Buck 65 - Eye Make-up Excuses lyrics
[Buck 65 - Eye Make-up Excuses lyrics]
Oh, no it's them two shit talking thin pricks
The Sebutones
They're freakier than wild animals
And skin flicks
With their platform shoes and they
Also have gold teeth
The battle-axe styles, they calculate a motif
The Cadillacs with backwards hats
They can't be nice
In fact I heard that Buck 65
Might even be the antichrist
And Sixtoo, he practises witchcraft
Collects crystals and back in the early 70s
Was in the Sex Pistols
But they kicked him out 'cos he
Was always bugging and dissing
And Sid caught him and that
Nancy girl hugging and kissing
And holding hands in the rain and doing shows
With poison solvent cans at the
Merchandise counter and everything
The DJ runs around telling
People that I'm sinister
And wishes that Darth Vader
Was the prime minister
And I even heard that one of them can't
Wait until the day when the world ends
And until then his hobby's gonna
Be stealing people's girlfriends
And he said he wasn't kidding
He's got a dozen styles of rhyming
And keeps another dozen hidden
They throw fruit and vegetables around so
Dodge the lemons and hot peppers
'Cos one throws harder than Roger Clemens
I think they might be from the future
Got a casual collection of
Styles like Ninja Prada
And offer us a choice of
Season daytime or evening wear
Please listen to the voice of reason
The Sebutones
They're freakier than wild animals
And skin flicks
With their platform shoes and they
Also have gold teeth
The battle-axe styles, they calculate a motif
The Cadillacs with backwards hats
They can't be nice
In fact I heard that Buck 65
Might even be the antichrist
And Sixtoo, he practises witchcraft
Collects crystals and back in the early 70s
Was in the Sex Pistols
But they kicked him out 'cos he
Was always bugging and dissing
And Sid caught him and that
Nancy girl hugging and kissing
And holding hands in the rain and doing shows
With poison solvent cans at the
Merchandise counter and everything
The DJ runs around telling
People that I'm sinister
And wishes that Darth Vader
Was the prime minister
And I even heard that one of them can't
Wait until the day when the world ends
And until then his hobby's gonna
Be stealing people's girlfriends
And he said he wasn't kidding
He's got a dozen styles of rhyming
And keeps another dozen hidden
They throw fruit and vegetables around so
Dodge the lemons and hot peppers
'Cos one throws harder than Roger Clemens
I think they might be from the future
Got a casual collection of
Styles like Ninja Prada
And offer us a choice of
Season daytime or evening wear
Please listen to the voice of reason