Bayou Moon Stompin'

[Verse One: MC Devlin] With styles like Iona in the 80's And a revolution going on inside a farm town in Haiti Psychiatrists want to shrink my balls and tell me that I'm nuts Cause my LP's got self-inflicted cuts I seen the witch doctor in his shanty town hut He wanted to open my head there but I said I wanted to keep it shut He approached me with a drill I zapped him with a proton pack and snatched his ass in the bear trap Stuffed him into the unit Y'all emcees are cubic Watching too much TV not focusing on the music only I'm laid back like a one pitch roof And if you're in my profession then you know it's the truth Cause I don't do Rush I don't eat jello I rest with my head in the center of the pillow These rude boy beats speak directly to my soul And I hope that they got enough of them to plug up the hole One swat from my bear claw will definitely impair y'all Powdered emcees with the jelly in the middle I'm louder than you even if I turn it down a little I can take it to the lake, you still can never solve the riddle I'm on top of the world even when I'm in the south pole And I'm ruder than you even when I chew with my mouth closed [Hook] I know when I'm stomping through the bayou My feet they get so tired I gotta sit on down I can't sit down for too long now That tune of a honky tonk keeps pulling me right up outta my chair [Verse Two: MC Devlin] Here's a nickel worth of free advice: Be sure to drink your rich chocolate ovaltine Or I'll devour every mic in your local scene And fold it up like the last page of MAD magazine It's a rare condition this day in age To read any good news on a newspaper page I call it mutually-assured destruction conducted We won't accept check or its clover-colored cousin Cause everything is everything and everything's illusion Think I'm being watched, do you got a solution? Before embarking on an introspective journey I work for five days and spend my weekends at Bernie's It's a corvette summer and I'm cooling on the corner With the streetlight shadows and the garbage can drummers As vampires lurk through the aisles in the record store You second guess your dreams and wonder why your neck was sore Now Doc and Marty got you hook, line and sinker Geodesic dome dweller and the hyperactive thinker [Repeat Hook]