[Hook]
(I'm the) Marxist Marksman
I stir up sparks when
I shoot words our like venomous darts when
My verbal communism owns you all
I'm the collector, collecting skulls like bowling balls
To line them up and knock them down
Stepping up? I'll make you drown
In your own blood
And puddles of mud
Blow you up like a SCUD I'm a stud
Sweep you other dirt bags under the rug
[Verse 1]
Ok there's something fishy here and it's not the bait and tackle
Oh it must be me cause I'm the big daddy Makerel
Hook you right up into your Adam's Apple
And begin to grapple
Your thoughts limb from limb like a bottle of Snapple
Peaches to plums and pears to apples
Or two oranges
Knock you right off the hinges
Don't know how your scor-ing-this
The sick-shooting six-shooter I'll take five
Better make it six honey, oh bee hive
I just can't behave
You better know that I will berate
And barrage you with shells from my M18
Cause I'm the
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
You're one of histories mysteries you undefined
Step up to me and you'll be undermined
Control got you in a bind
Strung up on high
Notes on a violin rosin grind
To peirce you get off my firing line
Because I'm firing lines
At everybody now I'm sicker than swine
Flew by you left you way behind
Piss me off enough let me grab the nine
And just start firing blind
Still can't miss my target because the whole world is mine
Ready for the lead prepare your endocrine
I'm in your lymph node
I'm entering pimp mode
And adjust all consoles
Rewrite my whole internal code
And blow a load in your tonsils
When you're the ugly duckling all those other swans'll
Pick on you 'til you become colossal
No longer coloss"us" it's just coloss"me"
I see you as just another leaf in the breeze
And I'm the
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
See why I got scope over Listerine?
Spit pure filth just call me mean
But during target practice gotta keep it clean
You just can't catch ahold
Haven't you been told?
Just why I'm such a marksman with this Leupold?
Hostile invornments? I turn them cold
Until it drops down to 21 below
Blackjack with my words I'm an ace in the hole
And the king with the pen
Just let me tell you one more again
Why I'm the
[Hook]
(I'm the) Marxist Marksman
I stir up sparks when
I shoot words our like venomous darts when
My verbal communism owns you all
I'm the collector, collecting skulls like bowling balls
To line them up and knock them down
Stepping up? I'll make you drown
In your own blood
And puddles of mud
Blow you up like a SCUD I'm a stud
Sweep you other dirt bags under the rug
[Verse 1]
Ok there's something fishy here and it's not the bait and tackle
Oh it must be me cause I'm the big daddy Makerel
Hook you right up into your Adam's Apple
And begin to grapple
Your thoughts limb from limb like a bottle of Snapple
Peaches to plums and pears to apples
Or two oranges
Knock you right off the hinges
Don't know how your scor-ing-this
The sick-shooting six-shooter I'll take five
Better make it six honey, oh bee hive
I just can't behave
You better know that I will berate
And barrage you with shells from my M18
Cause I'm the
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
You're one of histories mysteries you undefined
Step up to me and you'll be undermined
Control got you in a bind
Strung up on high
Notes on a violin rosin grind
To peirce you get off my firing line
Because I'm firing lines
At everybody now I'm sicker than swine
Flew by you left you way behind
Piss me off enough let me grab the nine
And just start firing blind
Still can't miss my target because the whole world is mine
Ready for the lead prepare your endocrine
I'm in your lymph node
I'm entering pimp mode
And adjust all consoles
Rewrite my whole internal code
And blow a load in your tonsils
When you're the ugly duckling all those other swans'll
Pick on you 'til you become colossal
No longer coloss"us" it's just coloss"me"
I see you as just another leaf in the breeze
And I'm the
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
See why I got scope over Listerine?
Spit pure filth just call me mean
But during target practice gotta keep it clean
You just can't catch ahold
Haven't you been told?
Just why I'm such a marksman with this Leupold?
Hostile invornments? I turn them cold
Until it drops down to 21 below
Blackjack with my words I'm an ace in the hole
And the king with the pen
Just let me tell you one more again
Why I'm the
[Hook]
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