[Hook]
Oh, my friend you have been grossly misinformed
You've been diggin' that tomb straight out of the womb
To the morgue in a uniform
So I guess that you best stick to writin' jingles
Cause I got more craft in my trash than you got in your singles
Yo, I copped this tape and it sent my dome into a crazy place
It kinda put me in a dope like state
So, how many pigs would it take for me to let go of the mic backstage?
Not enough to steal each one of my dimes, nickels and pennies
So why waste all this time on rhyme riddles if anything i'll just jump the gun
Like John Wilkes-Booth when its time to run
Hop the horse come on ride along
Don't look now but I got your tounge, I got love for the blood but I dont do sun
I sleep in a coffin so I can't see day
Tomb diggin' shovel gonna ease the pain
No drugs in the womb, but we're born insane
I got bugs in my room and they're eating my brain
6-26-85 my first impression
4-5-22-12-9-14 but a name shouldn't dictate direction
Call the hospital now you got a mixtape infection
Let em run a couple tests on the lobe in the front
Like, how many weeks in a minute
Rudeboy spacetime, no you can't speak til yer dinner is finished
Have fun digesting the microphone sickness
(RUDE GIRL SLAMDANCE)
Dr. teeth conductor mayhem
Many, many volts, not one to be grounded
You closed your eyes cause you liked how it sounded
Shook it to the left, took it to the right
Like that's how your sphere got mounted
[Hook]
Oh, my friend you have been grossly misinformed
You've been diggin' that tomb straight out of the womb
To the morgue in a uniform
So I guess that you best stick to writin' jingles
Cause I got more craft in my trash than you got in your singles
Yo, I copped this tape and it sent my dome into a crazy place
It kinda put me in a dope like state
So, how many pigs would it take for me to let go of the mic backstage?
Not enough to steal each one of my dimes, nickels and pennies
So why waste all this time on rhyme riddles if anything i'll just jump the gun
Like John Wilkes-Booth when its time to run
Hop the horse come on ride along
Don't look now but I got your tounge, I got love for the blood but I dont do sun
I sleep in a coffin so I can't see day
Tomb diggin' shovel gonna ease the pain
No drugs in the womb, but we're born insane
I got bugs in my room and they're eating my brain
6-26-85 my first impression
4-5-22-12-9-14 but a name shouldn't dictate direction
Call the hospital now you got a mixtape infection
Let em run a couple tests on the lobe in the front
Like, how many weeks in a minute
Rudeboy spacetime, no you can't speak til yer dinner is finished
Have fun digesting the microphone sickness
(RUDE GIRL SLAMDANCE)
Dr. teeth conductor mayhem
Many, many volts, not one to be grounded
You closed your eyes cause you liked how it sounded
Shook it to the left, took it to the right
Like that's how your sphere got mounted
[Hook]
( The Mad Conductor )
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