Jam Baxter, Lee Scott - Level 9000 lyrics

Yeah, episode six in which
Our villain gets high
Eats his whole family for dinner then cries
Episode seven's set in triple-x heaven
See my silhouetted figure juice
A little sket dry
The whole life plan is live and then die
And become a dark stain
Across a picturesque sky
Take aim at your face
Let the pickled eggs fly
You can't fuck me with them tentacles
This isn't hentai hеnce I remain unscathed
Storming thе game in the same drunk rage
Like look at all these kids
With their made-up names
Me I made mine being straight-up strange
Yeah, that makeup fades
Now these clowns look sorta normal
Bobbing in the sewage like "dive in
The water's awful"
Live forever as a shadow of a former mortal
Frontin' like you're cold, pink skin fuzzy
Warm and floral
Imma break this down for you real real simple
The cynicism in me's instinctual
You was a midget in the bit's
Sippin' liquor from a thimble
I'm a giant in this shit an
Eagle's nest in every wrinkle
Product of a pacific-size gene pool
Skip to the nearest toilet cubicle to refuel
They're like "damn"
"He seemed cool 'till he got my dog drunk
And told my kid to leave school" supersonic

I'm stressin' out (why?)
'cos I'm too old to be depressed
About whatever I'm depressed about
When in doubt live with it
While plastic people strive to
Be alive, skip school, scheme and skive
The apocalypse will be televised
I leave the hive to see it live
And probably survive strange and erratic
Dubbing over your limited edition cassette
Tape with radio static
Listening to aliens communicate
I'm not chasing me dreams I'm
Staying in to ruminate
Sending god a reminder
I'm only coming to heaven if you've got
Everything that I want on the rider
Have I really come a long
Way since running up and
Down the flats getting smashed with
A bottle of cider?
Erm, that is yet to be determined
Get head and preach a sermon on an ebenezer
Gurning
And crash through the gates, usually late
But, I pop the ball with the sword
While you're stuck choosing your fate
The only thing I'm losing is weight
You ain't Bishop mate
There's more juice in the grape
Scrape the food off your plate
Imagination pie
I stomp the earth flat and laminate the sky
And moonwalk off the edge while
The kids are clapping
Nostalgic for a time that didn't happen
Breaking through the panels of the comic
Reaching for your gin and tonic, yeah
Vices weighing down my wallet
And I'll take it if you got it, yeah
Breaking through the panels of the comic
Reaching for your gin and tonic, yeah
Vices weighing down my wallet
And I'll take it if you got it, yeah