DANGERDOOM - Vats of Urine lyrics
[DANGERDOOM - Vats of Urine lyrics]
Behold y'all, the digital vats of urine
Drink up bitches! Taste our liquid gold
Err, you must respect yourself
Forst you wreck yourself
Hey man, you made a rhyme!
Yes it is for I am a rap God
From beyond the moon
Everybody talkin' 'bout pistols
Gats is borin'
He came with a new topic to flip you
Vats of urine
All pro, check the stats, his style scorin'
While you at it
Double check that Cristal you're pourin'
Born of the pleads that needs
A 'P' in geniuses
Broads don't see it since they
Don't got these- conveniences
Thank God there's not a ho in the studio
When you gotta go, you gotta go
Before you flow
Make sure you practice or you losin'
You don't wanna miss and let
The cactus get to oozin'
If any contestant splash, he's disqualified
Even if one drip should slide
Down the bottle side
Put a bum in a even better pickle
Reality show: "How Far Would You
Go To Get A Nickel?" let alone a buck
Listen by the window
You can hear him moanin' - yuck!
Remember, tomorrow is garbage day
It's not the kind of stuff you
Want to save and harbor away
Once it gets ripened and fermented
It takes on a bouquet that I
Should say is naturally scented
Tempted by an empty can of Guinness
Or waiting until we get there
Say two or three minutes
Yeah, when it's fresh, it's sterile
Some say digestible, even edible
If you was stranded out to sea
Alone and in trouble
Survive dehydration, guzzle your own cup full
Some day you may even show your son how
To use it to make
Potassium nitrate for gunpowder
Funded by friends of ours who's generous
Join us next time when
We discuss disgusting enemas
He's like a rap God he's like a big log
That you find in your toilet (Fo' real)
Bow down and suck his knees!
And I am about to kick it all up in here
Stand by for kicking!
I am the kicker, Err, not you
You kick elsewhere
This sucks man, I'm bored (Me too)
Drink up bitches! Taste our liquid gold
Err, you must respect yourself
Forst you wreck yourself
Hey man, you made a rhyme!
Yes it is for I am a rap God
From beyond the moon
Everybody talkin' 'bout pistols
Gats is borin'
He came with a new topic to flip you
Vats of urine
All pro, check the stats, his style scorin'
While you at it
Double check that Cristal you're pourin'
Born of the pleads that needs
A 'P' in geniuses
Broads don't see it since they
Don't got these- conveniences
Thank God there's not a ho in the studio
When you gotta go, you gotta go
Before you flow
Make sure you practice or you losin'
You don't wanna miss and let
The cactus get to oozin'
If any contestant splash, he's disqualified
Even if one drip should slide
Down the bottle side
Put a bum in a even better pickle
Reality show: "How Far Would You
Go To Get A Nickel?" let alone a buck
Listen by the window
You can hear him moanin' - yuck!
Remember, tomorrow is garbage day
It's not the kind of stuff you
Want to save and harbor away
Once it gets ripened and fermented
It takes on a bouquet that I
Should say is naturally scented
Tempted by an empty can of Guinness
Or waiting until we get there
Say two or three minutes
Yeah, when it's fresh, it's sterile
Some say digestible, even edible
If you was stranded out to sea
Alone and in trouble
Survive dehydration, guzzle your own cup full
Some day you may even show your son how
To use it to make
Potassium nitrate for gunpowder
Funded by friends of ours who's generous
Join us next time when
We discuss disgusting enemas
He's like a rap God he's like a big log
That you find in your toilet (Fo' real)
Bow down and suck his knees!
And I am about to kick it all up in here
Stand by for kicking!
I am the kicker, Err, not you
You kick elsewhere
This sucks man, I'm bored (Me too)