Bliss n Eso - Creepy lyrics
[Bliss n Eso - Creepy lyrics]
Ladies and gentlemen
We'd like to welcome you inside the mind
There'll be no bell for
Lunch without a popper
And back then I was never embarrassed even
With my dick out like chopper
I get so lonely I brawl with the music
I'm so underground, you silly bitch
I crawl through the sewage
Commercial shit, it's just all a nuisance
And Esoteric to aid he calls on the purest
To emerge from the gutter and
Do away with one dimensional
MC's who have to turn to their
Mother in a battle situation
Ring the bell when the
Cattle reach my station
I love riding on donkeys with headphones on
I see visions when I walk
I know a whole lot of
Fucking pigeons that can talk
They remind me that the hunger's real
And if you're gonna come at all
You best come with skill
It's like B to the E to the I
It's just so creepy
Take a stroll through the
Woods and believe me
We're doing this of embers, no kindles
And the pioneers of small crease
They see a smoke signal
It's like B to the E to the I
It's just so creepy
Take a stroll through the
Woods and believe me
We're doing this of embers, no kindles
And the pioneers of small crease
They see a smoke signal
You see, Lucifer couldn't catch me
He's playing soft i play cards with Merlin
I blow smoke with Gandalf
Blinky bill and I rob banks and shape shift
And the only icy shit I got is
My dick in the cake mix
I'll take this to a land
Of snakes with red bellies
Secret handshakes with Ned Kelly
I came to prove, that we can too
When your whole style reminds me of
An ad for cheap shampoo that's right
Life's a puzzle and I'm making it fit
And don’t bother me on the dunny, son
I'm taking a shit
But when I'm off, and no doubt about it
I'm partly mental meet me in the tool shed
With all your sharpened pencils
Envision the calligraphy that hacks the gift
And slap on your thinking caps
To catch my drift
Porn king ding fish burn makes the world move
Poetical principal of rhyme the girls do
So, come on, lads, please, pass the billy
We got hip hop, at ease, arse and titty
And I'm stumbling (shit) numb of a case
I got a dick in my pants
Who thinks he's running the place
Walking like a wooden puppet
This track goes out
To anybody talking like I couldn't cut it
A little faith, trust me, goes a long way
That's why my magical wand waves so
That the song stays in
Timeless like I'm on stage rhyming
Cause in the sky rhythm and
Rhyme living the live
And the moral of the story is
I juggle just to manage i'm a ghost for now
But I'm subtle when I vanish
It's like B to the E to the I
It's just so creepy
Take a stroll through the
Woods and believe me
We're doing this of embers, no kindles
And the pioneers of small crease
They see a smoke signal
It's like B to the E to the I
It's just so creepy
Take a stroll through the
Woods and believe me
We're doing this of embers, no kindles
And the pioneers of small crease
They see a smoke signal
We're just kicking it so beautifully and
Usually we just chill out
Next to broads that foolishly with
These carps of jewelry
I found these balds of nudity and
It's all just new to me
Such an odd community
(hey yo it's probably puberty)
Ey yo we've got to grow the fuck down
We still in adolescence
To come to the clearing in the woods
Lit by the incandescent moon
Yeah I see you smirk and say not likely
Original vocab just don't compute
Like we were pikies (So I stand there)
And all I hear is
"Geez, you're a pair of slopes"
Weaze, no caramel so please, don't parallel
(that's right)
Us to candy rappers cuz they end
Up in the waste basket
When their style spit there ain't no flavour
No it's that taste lasting
Oompa Loompa, doopity doo
Man I’m that Everlasting Gobstopper that
Blew the city fuse
So don't think you're gonna get away
You little rascal
Cause we got the country locked
Down like we're from Nashville
It's like B to the E to the I
It's just so creepy
Take a stroll through the
Woods and believe me
We're doing this of embers, no kindles
And the pioneers of small crease
They see a smoke signal
It's like B to the E to the I
It's just so creepy
Take a stroll through the
Woods and believe me
We're doing this of embers, no kindles
And the pioneers of small crease
They see a smoke signal
Some outskirt hillbillies just chilling
On some dirt bikes
Rounded up these Varmints taking them
Back to the turnpike
When the herb lights, we’ll pass it
When we spy ‘em from the ditch
We show 'em they got a wardrobe
And a lion and a witch
You wanna pitch your tent right
Here at our camp site
(There’s a crack in the back of the closet)
Oh oh, I'll get that lamp lite
The wood hatchet these splinters kill
Then I feel a winter
Chill and I'm in a timber mill
Through the prairie
I storm through the grass and night thicket
Past the bushes, the brambles
The billygoats and white pickets
And I'm here
I crush the petals with my sandals
I'm walking through the woods
With little Gretel and Hanz
Look west on the hills
Up here i hear a moan, bellow
From an old fellow at a park
With a couple of stones yellow
And he was more bubbly than a geiser
That Old Faithful freestyler was more kaizer
We jumped on a snow plow
But like a magic trick he
Made a dragon puff up
With a gadget fit for bagging
Up all the adjectives i ask you this
Yo, in all sinsavity
Does it even occur to you
Half our shit is all a pavity
All those prissy little nitwit's
Just trying to make their shit flip
When they spit fit's of mindless crap
I mean, I guess we are some misfit's
And you might call me a cynic
But, I just don't mimic
At the hands of today
We still make you bounce without the gimmick
Like we're pumping this club
And we’ll up and make it so fresh
In the southern we’re coming with
Something different from the rest
And by the time I get to the club man
I'll be hurting
I get there, there's one guy there
Some dude named Tyler Durden, man
It's like B to the E to the I
It's just so creepy
Take a stroll through the
Woods and believe me
We're doing this of embers, no kindles
And the pioneers of small crease
They see a smoke signal
It's like B to the E to the I
It's just so creepy
Take a stroll through the
Woods and believe me
We're doing this of embers, no kindles
And the pioneers of small crease
They see a smoke signal
We'd like to welcome you inside the mind
There'll be no bell for
Lunch without a popper
And back then I was never embarrassed even
With my dick out like chopper
I get so lonely I brawl with the music
I'm so underground, you silly bitch
I crawl through the sewage
Commercial shit, it's just all a nuisance
And Esoteric to aid he calls on the purest
To emerge from the gutter and
Do away with one dimensional
MC's who have to turn to their
Mother in a battle situation
Ring the bell when the
Cattle reach my station
I love riding on donkeys with headphones on
I see visions when I walk
I know a whole lot of
Fucking pigeons that can talk
They remind me that the hunger's real
And if you're gonna come at all
You best come with skill
It's like B to the E to the I
It's just so creepy
Take a stroll through the
Woods and believe me
We're doing this of embers, no kindles
And the pioneers of small crease
They see a smoke signal
It's like B to the E to the I
It's just so creepy
Take a stroll through the
Woods and believe me
We're doing this of embers, no kindles
And the pioneers of small crease
They see a smoke signal
You see, Lucifer couldn't catch me
He's playing soft i play cards with Merlin
I blow smoke with Gandalf
Blinky bill and I rob banks and shape shift
And the only icy shit I got is
My dick in the cake mix
I'll take this to a land
Of snakes with red bellies
Secret handshakes with Ned Kelly
I came to prove, that we can too
When your whole style reminds me of
An ad for cheap shampoo that's right
Life's a puzzle and I'm making it fit
And don’t bother me on the dunny, son
I'm taking a shit
But when I'm off, and no doubt about it
I'm partly mental meet me in the tool shed
With all your sharpened pencils
Envision the calligraphy that hacks the gift
And slap on your thinking caps
To catch my drift
Porn king ding fish burn makes the world move
Poetical principal of rhyme the girls do
So, come on, lads, please, pass the billy
We got hip hop, at ease, arse and titty
And I'm stumbling (shit) numb of a case
I got a dick in my pants
Who thinks he's running the place
Walking like a wooden puppet
This track goes out
To anybody talking like I couldn't cut it
A little faith, trust me, goes a long way
That's why my magical wand waves so
That the song stays in
Timeless like I'm on stage rhyming
Cause in the sky rhythm and
Rhyme living the live
And the moral of the story is
I juggle just to manage i'm a ghost for now
But I'm subtle when I vanish
It's like B to the E to the I
It's just so creepy
Take a stroll through the
Woods and believe me
We're doing this of embers, no kindles
And the pioneers of small crease
They see a smoke signal
It's like B to the E to the I
It's just so creepy
Take a stroll through the
Woods and believe me
We're doing this of embers, no kindles
And the pioneers of small crease
They see a smoke signal
We're just kicking it so beautifully and
Usually we just chill out
Next to broads that foolishly with
These carps of jewelry
I found these balds of nudity and
It's all just new to me
Such an odd community
(hey yo it's probably puberty)
Ey yo we've got to grow the fuck down
We still in adolescence
To come to the clearing in the woods
Lit by the incandescent moon
Yeah I see you smirk and say not likely
Original vocab just don't compute
Like we were pikies (So I stand there)
And all I hear is
"Geez, you're a pair of slopes"
Weaze, no caramel so please, don't parallel
(that's right)
Us to candy rappers cuz they end
Up in the waste basket
When their style spit there ain't no flavour
No it's that taste lasting
Oompa Loompa, doopity doo
Man I’m that Everlasting Gobstopper that
Blew the city fuse
So don't think you're gonna get away
You little rascal
Cause we got the country locked
Down like we're from Nashville
It's like B to the E to the I
It's just so creepy
Take a stroll through the
Woods and believe me
We're doing this of embers, no kindles
And the pioneers of small crease
They see a smoke signal
It's like B to the E to the I
It's just so creepy
Take a stroll through the
Woods and believe me
We're doing this of embers, no kindles
And the pioneers of small crease
They see a smoke signal
Some outskirt hillbillies just chilling
On some dirt bikes
Rounded up these Varmints taking them
Back to the turnpike
When the herb lights, we’ll pass it
When we spy ‘em from the ditch
We show 'em they got a wardrobe
And a lion and a witch
You wanna pitch your tent right
Here at our camp site
(There’s a crack in the back of the closet)
Oh oh, I'll get that lamp lite
The wood hatchet these splinters kill
Then I feel a winter
Chill and I'm in a timber mill
Through the prairie
I storm through the grass and night thicket
Past the bushes, the brambles
The billygoats and white pickets
And I'm here
I crush the petals with my sandals
I'm walking through the woods
With little Gretel and Hanz
Look west on the hills
Up here i hear a moan, bellow
From an old fellow at a park
With a couple of stones yellow
And he was more bubbly than a geiser
That Old Faithful freestyler was more kaizer
We jumped on a snow plow
But like a magic trick he
Made a dragon puff up
With a gadget fit for bagging
Up all the adjectives i ask you this
Yo, in all sinsavity
Does it even occur to you
Half our shit is all a pavity
All those prissy little nitwit's
Just trying to make their shit flip
When they spit fit's of mindless crap
I mean, I guess we are some misfit's
And you might call me a cynic
But, I just don't mimic
At the hands of today
We still make you bounce without the gimmick
Like we're pumping this club
And we’ll up and make it so fresh
In the southern we’re coming with
Something different from the rest
And by the time I get to the club man
I'll be hurting
I get there, there's one guy there
Some dude named Tyler Durden, man
It's like B to the E to the I
It's just so creepy
Take a stroll through the
Woods and believe me
We're doing this of embers, no kindles
And the pioneers of small crease
They see a smoke signal
It's like B to the E to the I
It's just so creepy
Take a stroll through the
Woods and believe me
We're doing this of embers, no kindles
And the pioneers of small crease
They see a smoke signal