we go forth and multiply Nerves are shakin' from the takers of light
We go forth and multiply Nerves are skakin' from the takers of light
Repealers growing going to die Big and low we wait to die Repealers growing going to die We go forth and multiply Nerves are shakin' from the takers of light
Repealers growing going to die Big and low we wait to die Repealers growing going to die We go forth and multiply Nerves are shakin' from the takers of light
We go forth and multiply We go forth and multiply We go forth and multiply
Repealers growing going to die Big and low we wait to die Repealers growing going to die We go forth and multiply Nerves are shakin' from the takers of light
You hear me You hear me You hear me Up, up and away in my beautiful, my beautiful Up, up and away in my beautiful, my beautiful balloon Up, up and away in my beautiful, my beautiful balloon Now get out!
Gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme, Gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme, Give me a ride!
Hot ride in my air balloon Skippin' fast right around my moon On a bullet train outta town Walkin' further one hill down!
You hear me You hear me Up, up and away in my beautiful, my beautiful Up, up and away in my beautiful, my beautiful balloon Up, up and away in my beautiful, my beautiful balloon I push you out!
Gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme, Gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme, Give me a ride!
Gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme, Gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme, Give me a ride!
Hot ride in my air balloon Skippin' fast right around my moon On a bullet train outta town Walkin' further one hill down!
Hot ride in my air balloon Skippin' fast right around my moon Mine's right up There's no luck when time leaves you
Hot ride in my air balloon Skipping fast right around the moon Time's made up There's no luck when time leaves you
Shoot the gun Shoot the gun Shoot the gun to the bang, bang, bang Too many tied to the... Too many tied to the bang, bang, bang
Shoot the gun Shoot the gun Shoot the gun to the bang, bang, bang Too many tied to the... Too many tied to the bang, bang, bang
To the bang, bang, bang
Go, go, go, go
There's no fun! Sorry, face!
Shoot the gun Shoot the gun Shoot the gun to the bang, bang, bang Too many tied to the... Too many tied to the bang, bang, bang Too many tied to the... Too many tied to the bang, bang, bang
There's no fun! Sorry, face! There's no fun! Sorry, faith!
Hey! Your time is runnin'... Your time is runnin' out... Your time is runnin' out... Runnin' out... Runnin' out... Runnin' out... Runnin' out... Runnin' out... Runnin' out... Runnin' out... Runnin' out...
[I think it’s time to discuss your ∼ ah ∼ Philosophy of drug use as it relates to artistic endeavor]
Check it, yo! I always hit the tape with a rough road style You heard the psychdelic and ya came from miles Keep my rhymes thick like a Danish brew So you could call me black and tan when I’m a wreckin’ a crew I’m like Bill Lee whacking when he’s in Tangiers And now I’m out on the sole surviving with my Beatnik peers Analog reel and a little distortion Smokin’ on somethin’ s’you could say I’m scorchin’ I never been the type to rap up a well Make a man burn his draft card like it was hell Send ya up the river like you lookin’ for Kurtz I got the mugwump jism up in every verse
*Bug powder dust a mugwump jism And the wild boys runnin’ into some trippin’ Led into control about the Big Brothah Try like hard to not blow my cover
*Repeat
Who’s that man in the windowpane Got somethin’ on his tongue and it’s startin’ to stain Sho’ nuff equip so wop n’get dancester Butt bond my ladder and you’ll get beat down Hash bond style so I’m singin’ day glow Wakin’ up the dead like serpent and the rainbow
Kick off the shoes and relax your feet Now roll up your sleeves for this lyrical treat (...)
An imitation from New York You’re made in Japan From cheese and chalk You’re hipy tarts hero ’Cos you put on bad show You put on bad show Oh don’t it show
Still oh out on those pills Oh do you remember
Think it’s well playing Max’s Kansas You’re looking bored And you’re acting flash With nothing in your gut You better keep yer mouth shut You better keep yer mouth shut In a rut Still oh out on those pills
Do the sambo
Four years on You still look the same I think about time You changed your brain You’re just a pile of shit You’re coming to this Ya poor little faggot
You’re sealed with a kiss Kiss me
Think it’s well playing in Japan When everybody knows Japan is a dishpan You’re just a pile of shit You’re coming to this Ya poor little faggot You’re sealed with a kiss
Still oh out on those pills Cheap thrills, anadins, aspros, anything You’re condemned to eternal bullshit You’re sealed with a kiss Kiss me
A kiss a kiss you’re sealed with a kiss A looking for a kiss you’re coming to this I wanna kiss anything Oh kiss this eh boy
