Tag the Tongue

[First beat, Easy Rider by Action Bronson, produced by Party Supplies] [Verse 1: Sideshow Brian] Chef in the kitchen, frying bitches on the skillet You do not understand me cause I'm always fucking itching I'm saying I'm a cannibal, bitch, so what? I think I'll eat the creampie out of a slut This is my modern day holocaust, in the ambiance She made my kitchen smoke more than a fucking broke exhaust I cut her nipples off and put them on a pizza I say 'It's nice to meet you, but it's more pleasant to eat you' I'll take her prolapsed ass and rip the colon out Chop her head off And make her blood spill like a water fountain Got some blood on my new Khaki pants Even though she's dead she'll have to listen to my rants I pre-heat the oven to 350 degrees Watching Trainspotting while I'm puffing on the trees My parents walked in and smelt the burning flesh I'm innocent, but what the fuck do you know about dignity, your ignorant [Break] 3, 2, 1, Dale! [Verse 2: Dale Nasty] Cyanide and Silicone, go ahead and run on home Tell your mom to pick up the phone With a lead pipe, she get domed All the bitches say I'm the one, slap her shit, it's so fun Slicing up her belly, blast her with my fucking loaded gun Brain stew, have a few Chopping up bodies with my homies and my crew Bust a nut, fuck a slut, have another brew dude Killing faggots with my fort-ay Wow dude, that's what I say Leave a scent, trail, bitches go my way Calcium deficient, my legs are about to crack Cut a bitch up, meat stacks, they're in my backpack Fuck 'em with my dick, cause I ain't a boy, dude! [Break then transitions into John Lennon's 'Imagine'.] [Hook: John Lennon] Imagine there's no heaven It's easy if you try [Verse 1: Sideshow Brian] Dale is a fucking walking paradox No he's not, never mind his wheelchair runs the fucking block I'm locked up, but I keep the bitches locked down Take her, flip her over, lower back, and leave that blah-dow Ass backwards, Chris Cross Fresh as fuck bitch, Chris Bosh Italians selling my fish sauce, I jack off and get ripped off I told Dale join my server and let me serve him He told me there's is no room for motherfucking Cornish game Hens I said, 'Dale, what the fuck does that mean?' Our whole 'tard team is tearing through dark jeans With the denim Taylor's let me work her so I nail her I'm a jackhammer bitch, dimmer than your average gamer Just to let you know, we set fire to this album And we'll tell you how it goes until the sirens hit Montana The cannibal chronicles, we smoke chronic bowls Poison ivy, leaves of three Buddha harnessing my chi The B-R-I-AN, I goes all in Spitting catchy flows while you bitches B-Ballin' Still relevant, Buffalo 66 All I know is getting head and cashing checks till I'm dead The T-Trio, Cyanide and Silicone Here to take the rap game and bring it all home, (bitch) They took the big toe so I tagged the tongue Burnt the house down, took the cash, then I run We them boys your bitch is banging through her 'Beats' And if you think we're going down you better hold On to Your seats, bitch! [Hook: John Lennon] Imagine there's no heaven It's easy if you try No hell below us Above us, only sky [Verse 2: Dale Nasty] Wheelchair bound, and I'm out of town I'm lost bitch, but I'm never found Dumb-fucks back with a hot one, yeah A new EP, come and get you some, son! Bright yellow sky, in a cold dark mind I'm in the corner crying, I ain't hard to find There's no time, to waste on you I can't go through, get out of my head, dude! I killed my last fetus, and all I want to do is sing I don't answer the phone, I never hear it ring I'm tied up like a hog in my brain, man I never mean to kill, I know it's insane The game, it's a hard one to play Feelings of killing, would you please go away? I hardly have control of my emotions My therapist says to just listen to sounds of the ocean [Hook: John Lennon] Imagine there's no heaven It's easy if you try No hell below us Above us, only sky