Two out of the five of these fuses are wired live
If I wanna survive I gotta
FIND THOSE DETONATORS!
[Verse 1: El-P]
Broken and bleeding writer dash of the brooklynite vagrant
Half a robotic monkey ugly born of viral agent
Vandal tarantula know to handle the phaser drunken
Scripted on city park benches under the fritzy tungsten
Son of urban confusion hatched in a pit where the brutes live
Put the stogie out in my palm and then grin (I'm the rudest)
Serotonin deficient living the poisonous promise
The boys and girls club of unemployable liars squadron
Silly peasant pathetic plus dirty mutt of the ages
OK dystopia, these fuckers are ripe for containment
Half dead man slut ever ready to love my leader
Servitude is contagious (FIND THOSE DETONATORS!)
CCWM a rain of the dead confetti
The laughing stock of the karma corrupted emissaries
Captain of industry, partly magnet of larcen, arsony
Captured in loser-vision I bop so retardedly artily
[Verse 2: Aesop Rock]
Ask me about our specials, I'd go for the razor chicken
Hope his delivery radius play to Gracie Mansion
Fly the curmudgeon banner, my liberty army cheering
Limbo the philistine art police on the armor piercing
Marker to garden weasel, he's usually mucho woozy
Brutally feuding, call your Pluto, Goofy, Cujo, Snoopy
Moody mammal division, Weatherville is better faded
The world is yours, money, now (FIND THOSE DETONATORS!)
Some of the city pissy, itchin' them lottery numbers
My 40 thieves enjoy your banquet of property owners
We were probably stoney eye to glassy game face
Still save the princess with no slippage in the frame rate
Chew his way through the muzzle, tussle with the 'gimme gimme'
Nothing in common with prominent modern city envy
Subtly bloodied up, what a seedy media frenzy
I found a cure for cancer but it wasn't radio friendly
If I wanna survive I gotta
FIND THOSE DETONATORS!
[Verse 1: El-P]
Broken and bleeding writer dash of the brooklynite vagrant
Half a robotic monkey ugly born of viral agent
Vandal tarantula know to handle the phaser drunken
Scripted on city park benches under the fritzy tungsten
Son of urban confusion hatched in a pit where the brutes live
Put the stogie out in my palm and then grin (I'm the rudest)
Serotonin deficient living the poisonous promise
The boys and girls club of unemployable liars squadron
Silly peasant pathetic plus dirty mutt of the ages
OK dystopia, these fuckers are ripe for containment
Half dead man slut ever ready to love my leader
Servitude is contagious (FIND THOSE DETONATORS!)
CCWM a rain of the dead confetti
The laughing stock of the karma corrupted emissaries
Captain of industry, partly magnet of larcen, arsony
Captured in loser-vision I bop so retardedly artily
[Verse 2: Aesop Rock]
Ask me about our specials, I'd go for the razor chicken
Hope his delivery radius play to Gracie Mansion
Fly the curmudgeon banner, my liberty army cheering
Limbo the philistine art police on the armor piercing
Marker to garden weasel, he's usually mucho woozy
Brutally feuding, call your Pluto, Goofy, Cujo, Snoopy
Moody mammal division, Weatherville is better faded
The world is yours, money, now (FIND THOSE DETONATORS!)
Some of the city pissy, itchin' them lottery numbers
My 40 thieves enjoy your banquet of property owners
We were probably stoney eye to glassy game face
Still save the princess with no slippage in the frame rate
Chew his way through the muzzle, tussle with the 'gimme gimme'
Nothing in common with prominent modern city envy
Subtly bloodied up, what a seedy media frenzy
I found a cure for cancer but it wasn't radio friendly
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