Metal Gear Cannibal Ox

[Verse 1: Vast Aire]
Take these two cats, dipped down in metal gear
And words from their faces echo "that's metal", swears
Starving, but happy, bombers of stealth
Who never cried on yellow brick roads until they found themselves
And since then, my platoon of ten men
Refrain from speaking, because to them that's sin
I grew up in an iron galaxy
Where everyday is like you smell smoke, but fire you don’t see
My soul is a precious metal that I wrap around me
Like Mario, 64 to be precise
I know soldiers of fortune don’t like to gamble
But inadvertently they roll the dice
When that knight in shining armour ran off with Guinevere
I was there to threaten the downfall of Camelot's tar pot
Now I'm here to play connect the dots with your face
That’s cannibal ox
The truth cuts, like space ghost
Wheels of steel principles, but with a -
Ruler smack to the knuckles in addition
If you try to steal my principles, (that’s the principle)
If you're stainless, act as if I care
In due time imperfection with tarnish your silver ware
Enter the litter box, where some cats mold their toes
Not knowing who's going to be the next de-comp-osing host
Over the almighty cheese
Even though it got holes in it
Like the souls of murderers and thieves
And the harm do back to you
Is a mechanic karma, fuelled by the hunger
That shall consume you all
You should have fell off the earth when you thought it was flat
Last time I recall
Cannibal ox is the next catch-22
Divided that by two elevenths, too individuals