Benny Troung - Hella Phones lyrics

It's bad medicine
And nobody said the medicine was
Gonna taste any good
But can we afford not to take
It? I don't think so
If we don't take this medicine now
We'll all die danny
Slowly benny
We will die yo, yo, yo

Drunk shots of beer, look stop and stare
Don't nobody care
Yeah the ambulance brought me here
Cut my clothes off, I'm strapped down
Barely conscious here gave me a gown, man
Can I get some drawers in here?
Oh dear, is it me or is it hot in here
Injected me with something, what it was
Not aware asked the nurse, "Yo, how
Long the painkillers last, ma'am?"
Threw me in the CAT scan
The shit went black and lights flashin'
What the fuck happened after that
New habitat, Benny in a glass plasma vat
Swing my dick like a bat
And I shattered glass had to get me mad
Now the whole lab scattered fast
In the aftermath, blood lost from combat
Wounded in the woods
Still fought me a bobcat
Stuck a bare hand through his chest
Where the heart at
Pull it out, gobble that, doggie
How hard is that, huh
Telephone telephone telephone telephone
Smart phone, flip phone, cell phone
Burner phone
Telephone telephone telephone telephone
Phone home, hellhole
Living in the terrordome

Uh can't believe all the shit
I just been through
Still got my scars from the
Tubes and the needles
Built me a lean-to, took me a vehicle
Trust no people, they all fuckin' evil
Me and Danny P is Eric B and Rakim
Danny got the heat and Benjamin he got gems
We be slayin' demons, baby
These are not men
Got the hit list written you
Should see the top ten
They can't find the kid, no stable address
Like
Maybe he's dead, we can't make him confess
If he is still alive then he may be a threat
Oh, he is still alive, listen
Play the cassette
Better pay your respects to the
Lord of the flies
God of the gooks, I'm a sight for sore eyes
Now I'm on the loose
Jason Bourne when I rhyme call me Marmaduke
Doggystyle a whore vagine'

Gotta take it slow
Gotta stop and smell the roses
When it's time to go and
You're strapped with explosives
No playgrounds, motherfucker
Never played around
Made it through the training celebrated
And I made a vow
Handed me a 38, I take it I'm an agent now
Never safe and sound, tainted now
It's too late to bounce
They were playing Minecraft
I was learning spycraft lesson one
Cut a motherfucker with a wine glass
How to start a fire with
The sun and some eyeglass
How to smuggle weed on a plane in my ass
Shit, no guts no glory
No ifs, ands, or buts, look, no sorries
No fucks given, no luck, no lottery
The luck of the draw, guns up, no army
They watching you, every day is an obstacle
Trying to find your way out
That's mission impossible fuck you