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Intervention
05:22
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flyin free, straight into a mess, high on e please no sobriety test
4 cops road block got meth, no stop waved on thank god, deep breath
dont stress, on benzos 8 bars of xanax 8 more bars this tard start to panic
sixteen high on amphetamine need 3 shots or its dark times ahead of me
fits me gonna need alot of a steam cant be runnin 2 trains on one fifth of beam
it hits deep, like a wedge in the sand on a ledge
tryin to reason with a man less fucked in the head
reconsider would ya please step down, heres a gun, be considerate not littering the ground
ping pong ching chong im a strong chinaman, but lost all my balls on the way to japan,
ohayo gozaimas on a bus to ohio trustin sluts with my mind blown day glo lights in my vision
too high? no make my own jack got a whole grain silo
huff gasoline outta black plastic bags
like a little thai child with a glue stained rag
tippin on heavy check the weight scale, chase the dragon decked out in platemail
i am astonished a bionic chronic, get the runs johnny walker colonic
and then the box spins too many locked in toxins
writing down a kill list read to me by teddy ruxpin
oh no, that man is con a downward spiral
cant handle his own life cycles
man he fucking stinks
god knows, our friend is on a downward spiral
you carryin anything?
fuck it, lets have another drink.
here comes the caine sniffer drunk on a fifth of grain liqour/
never pay a stripper for sex up stays the zipper correct/
shes like hey mister love me some painkillers/
i got a pill splitter this shits got no filler/
shift the blame lift the brain sniffin on that stain lifter/
opi- ate in the vein zoned out a ok skipper!/
ole we're away to LA tanqueray gettin baked/
outta state better days on layaway/
i got a better reason i want your nether regions
i didnt think itd be cold we need a weather beacon
and when we fight the deacons wont duck a second legion
preaching to the reaper says stay tuned for the second season
red stag grippin on a clip got the lead mag
heads bagged in stacks packed next to the toe tags
warfare swords flair deep in the wyrm lair
many men go in but nobodys comin outta there
keep fuckin thriving squint through the glare
deep dungeon diving a dick dunkin dare
hallucinations delusion-occassion aly
beyond my station ill be waiting patiently
fruits of my labor the nextdoor neighbors
bring me a pie made of cyanide and lasers
jackin the one with information
sick in the sun with accolades
fulla champagne machinations
and backinaway with the
hors d'oeuvre tray
proposin a toast to what is mine
toast the rest at the end of the line
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i would jump through a flaming hoop
i would dump any dame its true
i would fight muhammud ali in a cage in his hey day just for you
i would eat a bowl full of glass locked in a room with deadly gas
go back in time to world war 2 with a tattoo star yellin im a jew
i would be chinese in nanking//in 1937 get raped and attacked by the japs//
and die if you say youll be mine in heave
i would take christs place on the cross, theyd call me juicy jesus
id tell them all that i want your love thats all, fuck believin
i would dive into volcanos run headfirst into flames yo
i would die commit suicide and burn myself alive if you say no
kick a bear in his fuckin nuts kill a mare and hump its guts
ove dogs but id whack a sack of puppies with a bat just for your love
id resurrect mother teresa, and then revoke her visa
hire a hooker named lisa to beat her to death with a frozen pizza
id do a rain dance for us, id sing a stupid chorus
something about how id cut down an entire forest
just to build you and i cabin
id straight up say fuck rappin
id rip my voice box out and give it to you wrapped in satin
id fight the devil himself kill santa and his elves
id cut off my newborns feet and pickle them in a jar on a shelf
id banish all the balrogs, id eradicate every dragon
id be your alpha dog steal that ring from frodo baggins
id set myself up in a sting, id cut off my dingaling
id find the deafest dumbest kid in the world and id make him sing
id trek straight into mordor jump out a window on the fourth floor
id run back and forth in the hall in front of everyone in a bra and short shorts
id break all 2 of my legs id even lay a golden egg
id give you anything be your plaything watch me beg
id bomb an elementary school, dress like a fag pretend its cool
id be your fuckin fool, juggling knives and powertools
id be your special key, lemme get up in your chest
id give all my treasure just let me suck on dembreasts
ill cut out a monkeys heart use his blood to make funky art
ill break every single law, and break my jaw just to be a part
even if ur twat were giant, and u had a clit like chyna
id never not be trying to get up in ur huge vagina
id even exercise get a job and stop eating fries
id stop tellin lies and praying for cthulhu to rise
id strap you down cut out the part of your brain that doesnt want me
id kill ya dead and make sweet love to your rotting body
what im trying to say is for you id do a multitude of stuf
ask me anything i will do everything for your love
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4. |
Surgeon-General
05:45
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hey. you. get off my cloud
i tend to get claustrophic when im in a crowd
and that is why when i shoot it up i shoot alone
get off of my lawn or i will put two in your dome
don't tread on me, i'm a rattle snake
i got a 38 and a couple metal stakes
dracula nothin, im a chupacabra
3 odd 6 turnin quick like my chakra
dont wanna see the nexus between my solar plexus
and my head it is redder than the whole state of texas
the spokes on my hub the color of your blood
a brother of the mud where you go when i'm done
don't fight on the street i am at the shootin range sir
when dead rise to feet one bullet in the chamber
lord of bolt action, zappin norseman, thor
pull back my pistol hammer smak screaming mjollnorr
this is my theme song i wrote it this morning
i am surgeon general dont ignore my warning
i head icu, intensive care unit
i see you staring there best avert your gaze human
we'll patch up your wounds and pump your weak stomach
we're full of alcohol but we dont deal with dumb shit
if you wanna join us better have some big testicles
applications in my office im the surgeon general
don't try to come near? im on the highest tier
brain damaged as a kid and now i feel no fear
action through inaction i let you hang yourself
fuck the kkk you aint needin any help
my foresight is your kind within a fortnight fallin
my fight forthright your plight lies in forestallin
and forthwick i kick shit like taekwondo nitwit
fuck breakin bricks i eliminate pricks dick,
shit bricks raise a buildin knock it down then rebuild it
chi flow in and out then i hilt it cuz i killed it
poundin so hard you think your speakers are glitchin
handin so much ass i'm like an ass soup kitchen
destroyer deployer of 5 rings stop bitchin
no time for chattin and gigglin this man is on a mission
im top chef lick it my dick is delicious
get back to the kitchen and wash dem dirty dishes.
this is my theme song i wrote it this morning
i am surgeon general dont ignore my warning
i head icu, intensive care unit
i see you staring there best avert your gaze human
we'll patch up your wounds and pump your weak stomach
we're full of alcohol but we dont deal with dumb shit
if you wanna join us better have some big testicles
applications in my office im the surgeon general
ill die high burnin in the battlefield math
einstein fine wine turnin gold into trash
to hell with king midas i'm roamin like titus
anyone that fights us gonna die to the righteous
i'm creepin in ya village and marrying the virgins
cuttin off the penises of men i am surgeon
in you intravenous intensive care unit
i see you animals defensive fear humans
worry not we be superior species
not rollin like you piggies in the wet dirty feces
pla yit classy, i'm chillin at the theater
a little trashy interior is alligator
im a chip off the ol block rip
rest in peace to your bitch , she had some child bearin hips
hour glass figure sand fallin slowly
im the man sprinkle dust in your eyes leave u OD
family mourning pretending you were something
youhad the ball but you were all thumbs fumbling
we castrate traitors boss knows you were squirelly
try to run with my bowl, now you're more lost than hurley
end up girly, chemical retaliation
never be an optimist keep cynical imagination.
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5. |
Poop On Your Chest
02:54
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Surgeon General:
sluggin down coffee, straight black no creamer
unfiltered cigarettes digestive tract speeder
in the beamer so high oh i feel her
jump out the ride family guy, cleveland steamer
turnin silent girls into worlds best screamers
everytime i try to leave her begs for me to ream her
she runs between freak and dealer needle back to keeper
in a blizzard doesnt matter singin lynyrd skynyrd freeturd
shes a fecal vulture feening for that people sulphur
meth cant compare to methane famous anus culture
its her perogative call her bobby brown
with this fetish i was gassed but alas i been found
chest is where my mound lies, very little downtime
churning out cowpies burning out my browneye
shes walks the talk even when shes got the runs
im her number 2 and shes my number one
Dr. Phil:
toilet paper nipples bitch i stipple your tits
i pop a cunts cherry like some fucking pimples and zits
theres no limit to this, it's cause these matters are fecal
i drop some diesel in my deuce then drop a deuce in your diesel
this is poop you silly bitch known as urine the sequel
better hush for this royal flush cause i aint heard of an equal
then splat like a beetle-- a windy city chili dog
a log so fat no doubt will leave your titties clogged
you might find it really odd and you probably bout to gag
a shit storm comin ripped up colostomy bags
fuck all that glitters, cause im the anti-king midas g,
slicin up that sternum first so you're gettin hepatits c
drop your hands dont block the doodoo butter,
arent you damned you got a cuckoo lover,
poop on your chest so fresh yo word to mother,
better understand you dealin with some sick motherfuckers
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in the back of the classroom in a raccoon hat like overexcited raising a tattooed hand
the answer to the equation is only asians do math sir and i'll need these skills as much as an early heart attack sir
red eyes and heavy eyelids, search for my assignment,you know i didnt do it lets pretend i cant find it
always kinda awkward when i used this line, failed to shock her at like the 50th time
sequence of events of a kid that just got by, the genius on psych meds with a twinkle in his eye
the rambunctious disruption with combative replies, the mess of a teachers pet with made up facts and dumb lies
the fuck up, the suck up, with potential to shine, mr gimme a chance and from now on ill try
come to school just for lunch and a giant cup of lemonade ill leave whenever i want i got legs what am i in second grade?
dont miss highschool but i miss goin home
going to class then goin home
theres nothing better than gettin out of class grabbin a bag and goin home
then to band where i would forget my clarinet embarrased to play it lets face it its fairy shit
back then it made me anxious now i laugh at the memory the unbalanced history of the untalented kenny g
send me to kahi mohala give em therapy tax dollas at work school sytem takes care of me
makin me talk to an old lady filled with pity that wants to give me tips on how to be a fuckin hippy
just nod and smile and pretend its all profound like everything depends on what i just learned now
like somehow i went through life missing the key and this state employees discussion illuminated me
even PE was always a disaster i refuse to dress out and be your fuckin hamster
i dont like basketball i aint black, sue me, i dont play games where i always end up losing
dont miss highschool but i miss goin home
going to class then goin home
theres nothing better than gettin out of class grabbin a bag and goin home
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Run Dummy Run!
04:56
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the introduction isnt really that important
begin it a with phrase that you would say at a door step
something like hello miss i demand you let me in
force her to listen up if she wont listen just begin
fuck beginnings lets just jump to the middle
trophy winning and dumb luck but only when you were little
sweaty palms gripping on a fistfull of skittles
tasting nothing but the rainbow full of shits and giggles
like you ran the gammet of colors on your block
green with envy of other kids toy box
red with rage when they wouldnt shut the noise off
smashed em in the face they were white with shock
never really blue unless you were holding your breath
until the anxiousness as pitch black as death
then you'd find yourself with an empty box of crayons
missed the chance to get your play on and its just another day gone
grow a little older sick of other motherfuckers
sometimes colder than an iceroad trucker
tires spinning quickly balder than hitchcock
this vertigo is for the birds these little hos can kick rocks
and when they do i hope they stub their little toesies
why was i so angry? quit being so nosy.
maybe its the ritalin they gave me in fourth grade
staying up on stimulants and watching horror for days
up all night channeling 1 8 USA, elvyras tittes dangling beggin me to stay
zombies vampires and sex filled thrillers
couple comedies the rest was all filler
commies fighting teenagers and teenage killers
wait for mom to go to sleep hit the fridge for millers
stealin cigarettes from the pack in the freezer,
smokin in the stairwell laugh at the sleepers
fast forward this tape to like 13,
gettin bored of the same shit i immersed me
in weed weed weed weed weed weed, smoking weed, burning weed, learning weed.
concerned with weed searching for weed, kush hindu i just turned into weed.
vulgar spreads of pot on my walls instead of girls
no vulvas heads or cooters on my balls just swirls
of smoke lifting up to a cacophony of coughs
choking and feeling like a rocket lifting off
speed was my gateway drug to marijuana
id probably still be angry if it werent for the ganja
they wanted to get in my mind and pull apart my past
told them take their questions and stuff em up their ass
keeping hope undying high on dope is fighting lions
vultures kill this cultures island need my milk for ultra violence
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In a rush
01:13
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two birds with one stone this is chapter one
disturbed and alone ever since the act was done
this songs about the day i fucked up and multitasked
this wrong decision undid their living haunts my future from the past
i was walking along a little drunk'n crunkin and i heard a birdy makin sound
without even thinkin i shifted my vision grippin a stone and turned around
and with a flick my wrist and my freakishly strong arm
i hit two innocent beaks head on i meant no harm
i literally killed two birds with one stone ya heard
but it aint all its cracked up to be i feel pain for the birds
those birds aint dirt their real life birds ya heard?
stop attacking animals with rocks just stop killin birds
i once shot a pellet at a bird but i meant to miss
it hit the bird in its feathered tits and it flopped around and bitched
i felt so bad for the creature i think i almost cried
i said oh lord release her and popper two more in her eye
im a life taker, straight erasing double doves
i know the savior takes care of birdys up above
i literally killed two birds with one stone ya heard
but it aint all its cracked up to be i feel pain for the birds
those birds aint dirt their real life birds ya heard?
stop attacking animals with rocks just stop killin bird
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Raging Bull
03:32
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Berserk
04:32
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mother i learned something today
nothing is earned and nobody pays
its why you got hurt and burnt by the flames
return to the dirt its safe in the grave
hey
remember that time before the confusion
when my little mind was full of delusion
when you and i sang and skipped or whatever
its vague and im probably remembring it beter
than how it was but now its done
the ash to dust your crazy son
is at it again, swimming in pity
dodging his friends, hating the pretty
dimming the light and upping the shitty
hiding in caves away from the city
folk droppin in and pokin and proddin
i jokin and grinnin agreeing and noddin
those folk could choke i swear to god
im poison oak and proned to rot
stay far away babe im rantin and raving
panting and saying im this close to caving
walls the pavement everything shaking aint makin the grade and my ego is failing
teri is vacant and very irate in a way you could say he is probably breaking
breakin into song and dance on occasion
anything to paint away the grey and hatred
it could be worse
i could be worse
wont to be first to go berserk
into the hearse
down in the dirt
we'll be together
action something this fat kid is lacking
stagnant tar pit retarded reactions
and hardly the card that id like to play
but far more alarming is the absence of faith
hackin away at me gee golly gosh
hes fallin i'm bawling lost in the sauce
running out of motivation even to drink
run down slowly draining seeking two wings
down in the gutter spit other shit haunts you
wish i had a brother or a sister to talk to
shocked at the weight of the shackles on my legs
i put em on myself and theyre so well made
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