Idiot Savant

I got a catscan that proves I´m half-animal, half-man Puttin' the squeeze on rap bands, like a lap-dance at fat camp You seen Chords, where's he at, man? I'm probably at your local capstand, smoking the afghan Who always gets the last laugh? Me See your demo went from your hand to my hand, straight to the trash can Physically human, but a ghost at heart See, I've been off the wall like stolen art, before Napoleon Bonapart Before Joan of Arc was burnt to a crisp Before Noah's Arc departed I was the first to enlist it, sucka The mark of the beast might swerve your way When I run up, armed to the teeth like Kurt Cobain And turn the henhouse you call a crew into Cordon Bleu Put a match to my ass, fart at you, start a barbecue In a bar or two I'll end the verse with a cliffhanger Guess who rolled up on you, not full of shit like Biff Tannen It goes Who? I When I walk inside a room since I got caught riding a broom on the dark side of the moon It goes Who? I And suddenly they forfeit, cause Chords hit their chest with a flying horse kick It goes Who? I When Chords rolls through in a Yugo, poppin' bottles of Pruno It goes Who? I Ooh, Aah Ooh, My Ooh, Aah Rappers can't hang If they could, they'd be swinging off my balls Cause I got body blows that turn your entourage to kosmonauts For no apparent reason, I strap on a pair of cleats And open up a bagfull of severe beatings You know me, the guy who talks with his spit glands And spends his weekends moonwalking on quicksand Who stormed your crib, called it home Forcing you to pledge allegiance with a cobblestone to your collarbone Chords! Don't give a fuck if I live or die So go ahead and kill me, shit I be back by dinnertime This ain't the little leagues I won't stop 'til I got a thousand Billy Jeans from Italy to the Phillipines Cause it's instilled in me To spit raps that Leave a disaster path like the aftermath of stampeding wilderbeast So don't be fooled, playa You're only on top of the game cause I knocked you out by the pool table It goes Who? I When I walk inside a room since I got caught riding a broom on the dark side of the moon It goes Who? I And suddenly they forfeit, cause Chords hit their chest with a flying horse kick It goes Who? I When Chords rolls through in a Yugo, poppin' bottles of Pruno It goes Who? I Ooh, Aah Ooh, Aah Ooh, Aah Some people wonder why, under my mummified Husk I'm numb inside In a deep sleep, waiting to come alive And leave you knee-deep in the water of Shit's Creek Pip-squeeks scatter when I stroll with Cujo on Mean Street We can go to war with crowbars Shoot-out like Lone Star, either way your next stop is the bone yard That ain't a comet it's just Chords in his cars Smoking cigars behind the steering wheel, orbiting Mars Born grown, not even a fetus at birth This ain't just rap, asshole, this is genius at work This is the type of shit you frame, put it on your wall And twenty years later claim "I knew Chords back in the day" No you didn't! Admit it, I was only at your house Cause your sister's fine and guess who wanted to hit it? C to the H-O R-D-S Fuck tagging it on walls, I leave it scarred in flesh It goes Who? I When I walk inside a room since I got caught riding a broom on the dark side of the moon It goes Who? I And suddenly they forfeit, cause Chords hit their chest with a flying horse kick It goes Who? I When Chords rolls through in a Yugo, poppin bottles of Pruno It goes Who? I Ooh, Aah Ooh, Aah Ooh, Aah