Jakprogresso - Stabbing in Toon Town lyrics
[Jakprogresso - Stabbing in Toon Town lyrics]
- He always this funny
Or only on days when he's wanted for murder
Yeah, haha, yo, ahlabahlala
Under depressing shit (Word)
The Devil's Illmatic was the album Pestilence
(Yeaaah) i'm not into rap I'm infestin' it
I'mma off your roof like backyard wrestling
You call this weird
But so are the ones once high (Word)
That's boldy Zappa, Thelonious, Sun Ra
I duck cops
And mass murder a whole Rap venue
Then stay at the crime scene just to Uprock
Don't play with firearms on acid
But gotta have it (yeah)
The bullets talkin' to me like Roger Rabbit
My body holographic, fuck peace I vent fires
With olive branches, Sardonic rap hit's
Stamp auras
Everything in my bag is talkin' like Dora's
Moon Boots by Diadora
Sam Pelle? and a shovel, I'm diggin' ore up
The Devil is alive and well
But not down in Georgia (No)
I shit into your mouth as a porta
Chloroform in the Porsche
Sternal blue butane aura
Mushroom king fed spores, by salamanders
(What?)
I'm 'bout to be poisoned like Alexander
(Ha ha ha) buck shots hit your para handler
I left Earth from outer body
The sky palace transfer
I took the plan too far
Then murdered a fam for art
At the crime scene
Blonde wigs slanted in handlebars
(What happened?)
Parchment double dipped dart in
Pamphlet stars last seen, handing out CDs
Where a van was parked
Return of Bobby Fischer
Wizard of the Rap guild retired Acidhead
Tongue look like a patch quilt
My fix stuff exquisite, yet very
If rappers go off the top I'm wearin'
I'm a man of many hats
Uhhh that was corny and dumb, bro (Why?)
If there was ever to be
An elephant in the room, i'm Dumbo
Muck rigger out the mukbang
Out the mud combo
This rap game just another fun cult
I'm dabbin' the gas that shoot missiles up
Listeners get punches the whole time from
Both sides like the middle son now, dumb
Shut up, shut up, shut up, Jesus Christ, man
What the hell is wrong with you, please
JUST SHUT UP!
Or only on days when he's wanted for murder
Yeah, haha, yo, ahlabahlala
Under depressing shit (Word)
The Devil's Illmatic was the album Pestilence
(Yeaaah) i'm not into rap I'm infestin' it
I'mma off your roof like backyard wrestling
You call this weird
But so are the ones once high (Word)
That's boldy Zappa, Thelonious, Sun Ra
I duck cops
And mass murder a whole Rap venue
Then stay at the crime scene just to Uprock
Don't play with firearms on acid
But gotta have it (yeah)
The bullets talkin' to me like Roger Rabbit
My body holographic, fuck peace I vent fires
With olive branches, Sardonic rap hit's
Stamp auras
Everything in my bag is talkin' like Dora's
Moon Boots by Diadora
Sam Pelle? and a shovel, I'm diggin' ore up
The Devil is alive and well
But not down in Georgia (No)
I shit into your mouth as a porta
Chloroform in the Porsche
Sternal blue butane aura
Mushroom king fed spores, by salamanders
(What?)
I'm 'bout to be poisoned like Alexander
(Ha ha ha) buck shots hit your para handler
I left Earth from outer body
The sky palace transfer
I took the plan too far
Then murdered a fam for art
At the crime scene
Blonde wigs slanted in handlebars
(What happened?)
Parchment double dipped dart in
Pamphlet stars last seen, handing out CDs
Where a van was parked
Return of Bobby Fischer
Wizard of the Rap guild retired Acidhead
Tongue look like a patch quilt
My fix stuff exquisite, yet very
If rappers go off the top I'm wearin'
I'm a man of many hats
Uhhh that was corny and dumb, bro (Why?)
If there was ever to be
An elephant in the room, i'm Dumbo
Muck rigger out the mukbang
Out the mud combo
This rap game just another fun cult
I'm dabbin' the gas that shoot missiles up
Listeners get punches the whole time from
Both sides like the middle son now, dumb
Shut up, shut up, shut up, Jesus Christ, man
What the hell is wrong with you, please
JUST SHUT UP!