spirits awakening, yo, it's time

yeah, spekt 1 and ewol
oh shit, we're off the wall

oh my goodness, i'm going crazy man, i'm...
i'm going crazy

dark skies lie cold like the heart of a troll
below the toll booth the truth of the matter has been shattered
and scattered under soil, 72 inches below ya shadow,
midnight rain ricochet off a window
unbearable sorrow doubles like echoes,
a wolf howls loud to stir trouble.
A suspense too tense to make sense,
a scientist sits with the quills tipped to run the drips
of thick blood on the pages of documentated experiments of creations
of lifelessness, tuned to walk dead with out one thought in his head
but the color red; describes emotion
coming from a million men the undead has no remorse for a living corpse
a living corpse...

vampire bats, black cats and toaster ovens
nap sacks, top hats and roasted dumplings
with seasoning, simmering, over kindling, with juices of a bee sting
and juices from your G string, i'm believing all that i'm seeing
ya baby's teething on my cock ring
i got my black cape on, it's nylon, i got my bow tie on, it's silk
you can't fuck with me, i smoke a pipe
like sherlock holmes and ice cream cones, in a tube, at a table
i'm able to break a chair over your face
your a disgrace to the human race
kicking, squealing, gucci little piggy
whoops i lost my place, back to the chase
go back in time and erase steve case's briefcase, nope,
you shoe lace is untied, nope i lied, kick you in the nuts
cover you with astroglide 
and shoot you down the worlds tallest motherfucking slide
over and over and over again, until you disability has been corrected
*your account has been disconnected*
you ejected from the game, you lame, yes you are
your a bunch of snobs
my carpet is covered with blobs of steamin' seamen
from steve jobs giving me blow jobs

professor, i have found the answer, 
the blood cells seem to be multiplying rapidly
25,000 volts of pure madness
now we have the power to breed a million clones,
a syndicate of evil

she wants the boy with the most toys
he wants the bitch with the fake tits
she wants a macho man who makes a big scene
he wants to fuck the prom queen
all that i've seen, obscene, dope-fiend, fake-scene, mainstream, is polluted
all our souls have been up rooted, looted and diluted
my residual styles expand your mind like dirigibles,
your a sorry individual, indivisible from the man, for whom you stand
elated you, emulated and procreated, hatred, you make me disgustapated

aw yeah, here we go
when i come on the mic i excite like excitebike, for nintendo
for those who don't comprendo i'm a lyrical assaulter, on top like a halter,
hard rock like Gibraltar, Cronkite like walter
20 million degree's, yo i'm grating the planet like a piece of cheese
27 hours a day, yo, somewhere someone's got nothin' to say
so time to move on and write this song
about all the motherfuckers that did me wrong
like humpty, sagat, mix-a-lot, haters want to bitch about what i got
i eat sunshine, dark clouds and the moon, nitrous in a big balloon
i'm E to the R to the I to the K, J-O-H-N-S-O-N
oh yes i am and thats for sure, if looks could kill than i'm the cure
thats all she wrote and thats a fact
it's funny cause you never thought me shit was whack
so now you were wrong so take it back 
before a motherfucker's forced to bust a heart attack, thump thump
your dead for all the shit you said 
another fucking little bastard gone straight to bed
so time runs out and i get up, i'm bummed out and i'm fed up
it's time to go and move on, yo
'cause thats a motherfucking song

yeah, 1993 bitch

ha ha ha

shit