[Intro: El-P]
The day my watch got stolen...
Doing the show out in Ireland
Shaking hands with the crowd and all
Theses kids crowd surfing
(..and the kid just stood on the stage)
Backstage...
(I will beat your ass!)
Check the time...
(I will fit my fucking foot into your ass!)
[Verse 1: El-P]
I'm wild with a dosage
Character closely cut from a fabric that's ferocious
With a misanthropes motive and a quote that drips from a slit throat
Livid and sickly corroded, fuck it I'm precocious
First fraud to get soaked equals the joke that stands closest
Tear the thugs up with clubs before the toast leaves their holsters
Purvey the unconveyed for the age of the no-hopers
And never shut the fuck up till we have a sense of closure
Dissonant key, shines blind while I'm landing (that's true)
Well I've lost friends to death and simple misunderstandings
Every breath is a zone, isolated and accident prone, Christ...
Maybe I'm designed to live alone
'99 will be remembered as the time that shit cluttered my dome
So in 2000, when you talk to me (blah blah blah)
Just watch your fucking tone
Some people think they know me cause they play me in their home
And lose perspective on the rules of engagement
Get smacked to the pavement
If the tune bruise hard, that's my whole job fufillment
So before your suck-box squawks that smart thought, try to kill it
Or space ghost might spit on you, we're tight like that, teammates
Been through too much shit to turn away now, no debate
The day my watch got stolen...
Doing the show out in Ireland
Shaking hands with the crowd and all
Theses kids crowd surfing
(..and the kid just stood on the stage)
Backstage...
(I will beat your ass!)
Check the time...
(I will fit my fucking foot into your ass!)
[Verse 1: El-P]
I'm wild with a dosage
Character closely cut from a fabric that's ferocious
With a misanthropes motive and a quote that drips from a slit throat
Livid and sickly corroded, fuck it I'm precocious
First fraud to get soaked equals the joke that stands closest
Tear the thugs up with clubs before the toast leaves their holsters
Purvey the unconveyed for the age of the no-hopers
And never shut the fuck up till we have a sense of closure
Dissonant key, shines blind while I'm landing (that's true)
Well I've lost friends to death and simple misunderstandings
Every breath is a zone, isolated and accident prone, Christ...
Maybe I'm designed to live alone
'99 will be remembered as the time that shit cluttered my dome
So in 2000, when you talk to me (blah blah blah)
Just watch your fucking tone
Some people think they know me cause they play me in their home
And lose perspective on the rules of engagement
Get smacked to the pavement
If the tune bruise hard, that's my whole job fufillment
So before your suck-box squawks that smart thought, try to kill it
Or space ghost might spit on you, we're tight like that, teammates
Been through too much shit to turn away now, no debate
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