Camu Tao, El-P - WMR lyrics

Scrams, set the detonators
Yo Cage, we gon wait for your signal
(It's so ridiculous)
Got the blunderbuss? Get it
Straight into the section
Go straight to the broadcast booth
(It's so ridiculous)
Yo man, don't even worry about that
Hold up, I'll be with you in a second
(It's so ridiculous) i'm just gonna, uh
Take these shrooms real quick

Yo, yo, ayyo
And I see my niggas I'm hollarin
"Where them girls at!?"
They started picturing dollars and
Get them girls back yo, where did they go?

To the VMA show, on the tele, yo
Pirates of the circus city murder
Show with every flow
To work absurd word nervous
Stumbling pissy shitty liquor's in
Me dizzy very slow bumpin to Kelly O

Oh, no
Spit on her back and have Scrams stumble in
And spill a drink on her lap
I'm on the main floor with
Pink smacking that ass
While Moby's in the rear givin
P-Diddy a lap dance
Welcome to the scam, order my dudes up
We're fucking Usher up and piss on
Seats in his tour bus

C'mon dawg
Runnin a muck will waste my lazerface
Before the mushrooms take I'm trying to
Hear the sound my taser makes
Hop off the bus, rubber ducky, tape clutch
Feelin touched
Waiting for the signal from Cage to rush

We can't rely on that though
We smokin dust moon

Please I got the schematics of
The building on brain
Bought 'em off disgruntled janitors lookin
To make a change
So fame turns to flames tonight, yay

Yo, trying to fuck up the bars
Smokin cigars and breaking glasses
These stars thinkin ghetto and starts
To change his accent
Yo, yo dawg, Kid Rock thinks he's classic
He's plastic
Got a two-way from Vast to whoop his ass kid

Vordul Megallah's actin regular
Trying to distract rappers in back
While we're slip in is as
A rabid pack of predators
We won't be credited
Most of the greatest revolutionaries of our
Day and age are labeled terrorists

Weathermen radio live in stere-ere-o
Brethren, take dough
Rise up, but not very slow camu Tao
Live in stere-ere-o, ere-o, ere-ere-ere-o
Weathermen radio live in stere-ere-o
Brethren, take dough
Rise up, but not very slow! El P-r-o
Live in stere-ere-o, ere-o, ere-o

Yo, fuck up the lobby runnin with shotty's
Slip into the powder room rub on Ashanti
And tell her that she turned
In buckets of piss
They'll put it in the chain stores
And they'll claim it's a hit

Oh, dawg, I think these shrooms just hit
I had schematics memorized but all
I'm think about's tit's
And for any sick witted
See if you can murk with her kid
And I will place it in a stroller
Get some milk on my lips

C'mon man, yo stick with the plan
When Guiliani steps on the
Stage we'll part 'em (pardon) with cannons
When Sheryl Crow starts her squackin
We'll beat up her hands
They're trying to brainwash us with
Keys and video cams

Guiliani? Where? That's Moussilini
Believe me Mu
This scene's dreamy, dude, Dali'd out
Clocks melted and shit
It's a Fear and Loathing in NY skit
But, I'm gonna try and put this scope
In his rib and get biz
And plug a dummy in that fascist
Standing next to that bitch
She shoulda never left Las Vegas
Now I'm gunnin for twit's
That ho's fourty six singing about
She's soakin and shit

God, the psilocybin's takin over this kid
And we need to act fast
And take over this shit
Call Yak to slash the tires
On all of they whips

My beautiful people, so glad to meet you
You're dressed so nicely
They call me El-Producto all
Up in your stereo-ereo here to greet you
Tao holds the blunderbuss
He'll easily reach you

Weathermen radio live in stere-ere-o
Brethren, take dough
Rise up, but not very slow camu Tao
Live in stere-ere-o, ere-o, ere-ere-ere-o
Weathermen radio live in stere-ere-o
Brethren, take dough
Rise up, but not very slow! El P-r-o
Live in stere-ere-o, ere-o, ere-o