Ghettosocks, Timbuktu - Rock the Discotech lyrics

We be the big bad cats
From the Backburner catalogue
Keep it jam packed and burn 'em with a
Battlebot this rat pack spit's
Sermons that'll grab applause
Zip that lip - smack rappers that we
Shadow box slide crossfaders
Kids listen to the analogue
Sandals got tangled:
You're forced to kiss the camel
Paw no more haters, we bounced 'em like a
Paddle ball getting paid
Looking good, well-read
And I'm tall six pack trashed
Dipped caps with the
Camoflauge keep it Mad Max
And permanently sabotage
When I'm up to bat big cameras'll snap a
Lot think it can't happen? We decapitate a
Jabberjaw we too cold, suckas
Shoulda packed a camisol
Start an urgent bulletin and end it
With a cannonball dry myself
Off, play piano with Diana
Krall, eat some calimari, pet a
Kitty cat and a dog ride the rhythm madcap
Servin' up the alcholol slippin' Tampax to
You bitches like I'm Santa
Clause flippin' like we're lab
Rats trippin' out on
Planet rock give the gift of gab
Mash rappers into apple sauce socks
Timbuk - royalty like in sample law
Ample broads tryna stampede like a
Cattle mob matadors handle
Love handles like a panda claw tour
The land, rock with fans
Now ain't that a job?

I'll give 'em the gyst and just bomb it
And hit 'em with a
Critical list of sick phonics the rhythm
Is a mistress sippin' hypnotique
She bit him in a twisted fit
His lips throbbin' i whip
'em like a masochist with symphonics
Gorillas in the mist and
Kid we King Kongin' you're dealin' with
The masters - trip and get
Slaughtered admitted that I'm callin' in sick
Like Matt Broderick i giggle
At the miserable cliques that diss on
This we switch system syllable
Crit's and spit flawless pivot on
A slithering victim's thick wallet
Dismissing ridiculed pricks -
I'm just honest spritz on a centerfold's
Lips then drip on it
Then shift with incredible
Lift like techtonics flip it on the griddle
Get hip to Tim Wallace
Hit's plain and simple, and bet ya
Can't call it infinite riddles on
This and get cosmic, we rippin' through the
Middle of cliffs in crisp garments, wiggle
Intermingle with chicks who get braless
And jiggle for a video clip then
Just pause it listen
We could never get bit, we're too conscious
We kicking some subliminal shit
Like séances, get yourself some kibbles
And bit's you bitch chaunces
We doin' it for giggles and
Shit's and it's progress