Dr. Hell No And The Praying Mantus

[Vast Aire] What the deal Nasa? Touching yourself Uh, 1-2, what Def Jukies, stabbing bitches in the nookie like, what [Hook x2] Don't make me bite ya face (come on) 'Cuz it ain't like I like the taste It's more of a psychological thing My heart pace'll never change But your cabbage'll get rearranged And I don't even pack no gat I'd rather run up on you and your crew with a Great Adventure bat And when the deed's done it goes up the sleeve And when the one time comes I'll be in the breeze You may be different, but you're a poetic front The difference between us is that we say what we want (suckers) Especially after we light the blunt Some of us like to pull cards, I pull stunts I broke up with my ex on some bachelor shit (why?) Now I'm killin two birds with the same dick And isn't it ironic? Don't ya think? The same cat that left the mic smokin, left the man of steel's Back broken Chillin with Lois Lane, and she's open Cause I could suck a cookie out a pussy when it's soaking [El-P] Chick bit my head off, but the ass was magic Should've seen the tattoo on her back of a praying mantis Clutched my chest like Fred Sanford And splashed her crack on some man shit Now baby girl's amped, trying to walk on both hands backwards Moaning "Fantastic Damage" with her grill sunk in the mattress (that's my language) Rode at insane angles, all tangled up and damaged Star spangled mangler fuckbot add a money shot Hit her in the shitter I'm in it with, K-Y liquid and Double kitchen gloves, love's lovin it Comfortable naked and takes it like a patriot I'm wearin a dookie rope and some oven mitts! Suck clits like Vast Aire Vs. mother reminder And that's my b-boy alpha numeric vagina diner amalgam Chick screamed so loud I could hear it on my last album! (on info kill) And smell her in the shower While we fucked to Chill Rob G's version of 'I've got the Power' It's getting kinda hectic The house pets seem alert and confused And the neighbors leaving messages Get on your stomach and I'll plug you in all your entrances And one exit Whispering quotes from The Tempest Dr. Hell No, (oh yes I did) With a surgical scrub on a baby arm inserted from fist to elbow I drank her bath water in a shot glass Then ran my tongue up the crack of her ass Til our future children hatched The mushrooms had me seeing some sort of deep organic math On some primal altered state sex, I felt connected to the past Collapse, nasty, wet, wept into her neck Suckling on her swollen nipples Then I drifted into REM Where I dreamt of little bouncing cherubs With clit rings and sexy woodnymphs And crotchless liederhosen begging to get bent [Vast Aire] Don't make me bite ya face 'Cuz it ain't like I like the taste It's more of a psychological thing My heart pace'll never change But your cabbage'll get rearranged Don't make me bite ya face (your face) 'Cuz it ain't like I like the taste (the taste) It's more of a psychological thing My heart pace'll never change (suckerrrrrrs) But your cabbage'll get rearranged I usually, bust raps for fun And if six was nine, I'd probably bust a machine gun (he's got a gun!) Niggas hate me Cause I scribbled the Cold Vein, ice grilled Medusa and I'm stone free Well actually I was purple hazed, chewin' on lasers Froze in a Hendrix maze Look at these sloppy cats With they copied raps Our shit is too hard to study Ox is brilliant, our yin is colorful, but our yang is muddy And if you ever thought you had one up on me That had to be a projection from R2D2 (Artoo!) Cause I am not see through I'm more like, you cross the line and I'll see you In intensive... You think I care if your titties are sensitive? Niggas beware! Don't make me bite ya face (face) 'Cuz it ain't like I like the taste (the taste) It's more of a psychological thing My heart pace'll never change But your cabbage'll get rearranged Rearranged, ranged, ranged ranged Rearranged, ranged ranged ranged Motherfuckers look strange Yeah.. Cannibal O, will, handle you slow What, Def Jux [El-P] Once again File that in your "This must be underground!" Category Hey, why don't you write a review, of my ass?