Slug, Mac Lethal - Overkill lyrics

Now it's all spaceship wishes
Starry-eyed dreams
Balancing a heavy load high on that beam
Promises and fanmail kept in a shoebox
Die for that female, tears made of dew drops
Tucked in goodnight sleep with the angels
When you awaken youll be
Wearing the same clothes
Hammer, wrench, amateur porn
This type of player never sit's around
To keep the bench warm
I'ma high plains jerk off
A migraine with feet
Gotta lotta fly free belted into the seats
Rooftop hustler, gargle my spit
Passenger pilot with a car full of chicks
Yeah baby, i love the way your eyeballs look
But not enough to compensate for
The time y'all took
Now mash on the gas, lets mess up your hairdo
How longs it gonna take to get to Syracuse

If i leave you tomorrow
You going to pack your suitcase and follow
Or would you say peace and
Forget me next week
Cause sometimes it seems like
It's easy to breathe
And all the kids read deep into the lyrics
And the participants want to be peerless
But in my heads a symphony, of your epiphany
And all i wanted to do was
Be a mother fuckin' MC

Y'all think that you know me that well
Y'all think that you know me that well
I think y'all can all go to hell
And tell the devil i said fuck you (fuck you)
Cause it's all overkill

One for the stellas
Two for the guidos with the swollen eyes
Mounted on my people with the lullabies
And any poltergeist can rip
And breathe the lilacs
But I'm the type to accidentally
Kiss the Venus fly traps
This all reminds me of
Jellies using thunder cats
With a gash on my criminal record
So run it back
And i can feel it as a child growin' up
That half of these white rappers are
Probably just racist as fuck
Play with the bugs to save a glimpse when
I be in the masi drainage ditch
To get the brainy bit's from skater chicks
Now the day can flip and i can keel over
But, These are the anecdotes
I don't reveal sober
These are the painted quotes to get us paid
She fronted like she stabbed me in
The back with her shoulder blade
Two cigars touch i smoke 'em still
Cause Lucy thinks the homie Slug
Is infidel and only built for Cuban links
Anything can sing a schizophrenic wind song
But I'mma stab it with an
Ice pick till it's gone
Scream a hate song drastic
Peoples droppin' albums and two weeks
Later it's called classic
Give me a bloody t-bone and
Some bread bowls to
Pay the 6 dollar and 60 cent death toll
Broken hearted blitzkrieg see all we've ever
Done is peace and MC's

Y'all think that you know me that well
Y'all think that you know me that well
I think y'all can all go to hell
And tell the devil i said fuck you (fuck you)
Cause it's all overkill

(shh) you ain't nobody, you ain't nobody
You ain't nobody no you
(either) ain't nobody, no you ain't shit