Dr. Hellno & The Praying Mantus - El-P/Vast Aire.lrc

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[00:00.000] 作曲 : El-P
[00:00.549]What the deal Nasa? Touching yourself
[00:03.496]Uh, 1-2, what
[00:10.687]Def Jukies, stabbing b*****s in the nookie like, what
[00:13.140]Ahh! No! No!
[00:14.785]Ahh! No! No! I can't, I don't, I- no! I will not- no!
[00:15.286]Okay, do it, do it! Take that zucchini!, Take the zucchini
[00:17.374]No, I am not going to college, forget it!
[00:20.884]Lisa, this is no big deal, take the zucchini
[00:25.950]Don't make me bite ya face (come on)
[00:28.500]'Cuz it ain't like I like the taste
[00:31.397]It's more of a psychological thing
[00:32.819]My heart pace'll never change
[00:35.400]But your cabbage'll get rearranged
[00:37.114]Don't make me bite ya face (ya face)
[00:39.448]'Cuz it ain't like I like the taste (the taste)
[00:41.918]It's more of a psychological thing
[00:43.922]My heart pace'll never change
[00:46.382]But your cabbage'll get rearranged
[00:49.099]And I don't even pack no gat
[00:50.913]I'd rather run up on you and your crew with a Great Adventure bat (oh my God!)
[00:54.475]And when the deed's done it goes up the sleeve
[00:56.961]And when the one time comes I'll be in the breeze
[00:59.680]You may be different, but you're a poetic front
[01:02.680]The difference between us is that we say what we want (suckers)
[01:05.541]Especially after we light the blunt
[01:08.209]Some of us like to pull cards, I pull stunts
[01:10.856]I broke up with my ex on some bachelor shit (why?)
[01:13.821]Now I'm killin two birds with the same d**k
[01:16.616]And isn't it ironic? Don't ya think?
[01:18.881]The same cat that left the mic smokin, left the man of steel's
[01:22.024]Back broken
[01:23.586]Chillin with Lois Lane, and she's open
[01:25.450]Cause I could suck a cookie out a p sexy when it's soaking
[01:28.491]Chick bit my head off, but the ass was magic
[01:31.140]Should've seen the tattoo on her back of a praying mantis
[01:33.619]Clutched my chest like Fred Sanford
[01:35.469]And splashed her crack on some man shit
[01:37.309]Now baby girl's amped, trying to walk on both hands backwards
[01:39.611]Moaning "Fantastic Damage" with her grill sunk in the mattress
[01:42.172](that's my language)
[01:43.657]Rode at insane angles, all tangled up and damaged
[01:45.598]Star spangled mangler ****bot add a money shot
[01:48.085]Hit her in the shitter I'm in it with, K-Y liquid and
[01:50.975]Double kitchen gloves, love's lovin it
[01:52.635]Comfortable naked and takes it like a patriot
[01:54.935]I'm wearin a dookie rope and some oven mitts!
[01:56.760]Suck c**ts like Vast Aire Vs. mother reminder
[01:59.185]And that's my b-boy alpha numeric v****a diner amalgam
[02:02.441]Chick screamed so loud I could hear it on my last album!
[02:04.867](on info kill)
[02:05.983]And smell her in the shower
[02:07.721]While we ****ed to Chill Rob G's version of 'I've got the Power' (I've got the Power!)
[02:10.108]It's getting kinda hectic
[02:11.454]The house pets seem alert and confused
[02:13.082]And the neighbors leaving messages
[02:14.266]Get on your stomach and I'll plug you in all your entrances
[02:16.292]And one exit
[02:17.688]Whispering quotes from The Tempest
[02:19.316]Dr. Hellno, (oh yes I did)
[02:21.566]With a surgical scrub on a baby arm inserted from fist to elbow
[02:24.913]I drank her bath water in a shot glass
[02:27.324]Then ran my tongue up the crack of her ass
[02:29.173]Til our future children hatched
[02:31.106]The mushrooms had me seeing some sort of deep organic math
[02:33.155]On some primal altered state sex, I felt connected to the past
[02:36.059]Collapse, nasty, wet, wept into her neck
[02:38.621]Suckling on her swollen n*****s
[02:40.258]Then I drifted into REM
[02:41.876]Where I dreamt of little bouncing cherubs
[02:43.631]With cunt rings and sexy wood nymphs
[02:45.248]And crotchless liederhosen begging to get bent
[02:47.831]Don't make me bite ya face
[02:49.728]'Cuz it ain't like I like the taste
[02:51.784]It's more of a psychological thing
[02:53.767]My heart pace'll never change
[02:55.922]But your cabbage'll get rearranged
[02:58.335]Don't make me bite ya face (your face)
[03:00.606]'Cuz it ain't like I like the taste (the taste)
[03:03.376]It's more of a psychological thing
[03:05.106]My heart pace'll never change (you suckerrrrrrs!)
[03:08.063]But your cabbage'll get rearranged
[03:10.015]I usually, bust raps for fun
[03:12.048]And if six was nine, I'd probably bust a machine gun (he's got a gun!)
[03:15.526]Niggas hate me
[03:17.587]Cause I scribbled the Cold Vein, ice grilled Medusa and I'm stone free
[03:21.132]Well actually I was purple hazed, chewin' on lasers
[03:23.986]Froze in a Hendrix maze
[03:27.138]Look at these sloppy cats
[03:29.064]With they copied raps
[03:30.810]Our shit is too hard to study
[03:32.802]Ox is brilliant, our yin is colorful, but our yang is muddy
[03:35.896]And if you ever thought you had one up on me
[03:40.929]That had to be a projection from R2D2 (Artoo!)
[03:43.928]Cause I am not see through
[03:46.305]I'm more like, you cross the line and I'll see you
[03:49.451]In intensive...
[03:51.529]You think I care if your t*****s are sensitive?
[03:53.490]Niggas beware!
[03:55.266]Don't make me bite ya face (face)
[03:57.080]'Cuz it ain't like I like the taste (the taste)
[03:59.683]It's more of a psychological thing
[04:01.683]My heart pace'll never change
[04:03.529]But your cabbage'll get rearranged
[04:06.248]Rearranged, ranged, ranged ranged
[04:09.817]What, yeah, yeah, Cannibal O, will, handle you slow
[04:12.689]Rearranged, ranged ranged ranged
[04:14.392]What, Def Jux
[04:16.513]Mother****ers look strange
[04:17.802]And once again
[04:19.472]Fantastic Damage like, what, what
[04:22.266]File that in your "This must be underground!" Category
[04:24.754]What, takin' over, what
[04:30.239]I might have to bite your face, what
[04:34.234](Cause I like your girl, she's a nasty girl)
[04:35.937](Cause I like your girl, she's a nasty girl)
[04:37.011]Hey, why don't you write a review, of my ass?
文本歌词
作曲 : El-P
What the deal Nasa? Touching yourself
Uh, 1-2, what
Def Jukies, stabbing b*****s in the nookie like, what
Ahh! No! No!
Ahh! No! No! I can't, I don't, I- no! I will not- no!
Okay, do it, do it! Take that zucchini!, Take the zucchini
No, I am not going to college, forget it!
Lisa, this is no big deal, take the zucchini
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
Don't make me bite ya face (ya 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
And I don't even pack no gat
I'd rather run up on you and your crew with a Great Adventure bat (oh my God!)
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 d**k
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 p sexy when it's soaking
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 ****bot 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 c**ts like Vast Aire Vs. mother reminder
And that's my b-boy alpha numeric v****a 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 ****ed to Chill Rob G's version of 'I've got the Power' (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. Hellno, (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 n*****s
Then I drifted into REM
Where I dreamt of little bouncing cherubs
With cunt rings and sexy wood nymphs
And crotchless liederhosen begging to get bent
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 (you 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 t*****s 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
What, yeah, yeah, Cannibal O, will, handle you slow
Rearranged, ranged ranged ranged
What, Def Jux
Mother****ers look strange
And once again
Fantastic Damage like, what, what
File that in your "This must be underground!" Category
What, takin' over, what
I might have to bite your face, what
(Cause I like your girl, she's a nasty girl)
(Cause I like your girl, she's a nasty girl)
Hey, why don't you write a review, of my ass?