Club Bamboo

[Intro] Yo! Yo! eh yo a yo a yo. Yo! Yo! eh yo a yo a yo! Yo! YO! Yo! (shut up.) (fuck up) [Verse One] Innovative one, call me the creative one Mac lick a foreign pussy with the pierced native tongue Probably speak in accents like its hard to calm her I use a metal tortoise shell as my body armor I got a mutated gold mastiff With 12 eyes and a lime green tongue that spits acid I duct tape her mouth shut with I hang around sluts Cause she'll get jealous and chew em' into ground chuck My carnage rips like a hammer head shark Spitting liquid nitrogen until the speakers look frost bitten My car engine is connected to my fierce prose Releasing sound demons that nibble ear lobes With the wave of my right hand The mic stand on stage morph into a tight band to strike fans with rage Ladies love me when I spray the mic But there ain't no 'I' in snuggle and there ain't no 'U' in "stay the night" [Hook] Hey yo rappers with the sweet skills Chicks into cheap thrills Alcoholics smoking gasoline weed lets build Feel the beat hit your spine when it slams you Take a swig of the 40 and spark up the bamboo We puff the bamboo everyday! [x4] [Verse Two] I don't live by the sword I don't live by the gun I live by the gas station that sells blunts by the one My floor is surrounded by dripping candles I'll poke my fingers through your eyes like scissor handles The robots talk to me in uteral, like (Mac your our planet's secret weapon find a studio!) Cyborgs travel in twisted orbs To master alien genocide in the mixing board Controversy? It's more like Contra when the lasers bust I'm puttin on a surgical glove And dippin in a glass full of water discolored from the razor rust (It's music) Crumpled in the rubble lookin knuckled headed divas I buck with jeans so I can show my double headed penis So you can treat it like a honey suckle munch and eat it I was a demon God in violent and destructive fetus [Hook 2] Hey yo rappers with the sweet skills Chicks into cheap thrills Alcoholics smokin gasoline weed lets build Mac lethal can you feel it or are you just too fucked up from bamboo sticks? Puff a little bit of the monster funk Puff a little bit of the monster funk Puff a little bit of the monster funk Smoke some bamboo and get fucked up [Verse Three] It's S.G The one that put the fingers in your panties And told me that the pussy wasn't hairy In control with probes My skulls stretched to see the world like I replaced my eyeballs with globes Its like Clubber Lang was a space cadet I might dub your brain to a tape cassette My face compress to levitate So take my tape out now give it a kiss and plan a second date Never understand how I'm screwin raps My medulla snaps and soul claps it feels like a bazooka blast I blew the gas through the tubes mumu lash out Light illuminate and prove the scrap and sewage rats In your relationship your girls the boss And if she don't call in 15 minutes I'm jerkin off You can't get with the way leezy swervin I just make you blow like Pee Wee Herman [Outro] Uh-ha-haha A little bit of the bamboo sticks! A little green dirty ass weed, sprinkled with some white nose candy for flavor. Twisted up in one to make you feel oky-loc until you look like muthafuckin Mokie Loc. Uhhhh.... Puff a little bit of the monster funk, puff a little bit of the monster funk Puff a little bit of the monster funk, man shut the fuck up!