MC Frontalot, Katrina Dideriksen - Socks On lyrics
[MC Frontalot, Katrina Dideriksen - Socks On lyrics]
Now the beach scene isn’t what it used to be:
No constellation at the belly but
They got the machine to make ‘em come off
Come on come one, come all!
There’s a transformation of
Your station involved
Used to have to been born with it
Now you take it to go
Meanwhile, the machinist keeps on
Raking the gold got sold the power struggle
Purchase the peace
At the end y’all are too broke
You’re spent but you’re free
Here's a new trick, Mr knox
Socks on Chicks! Chicks on Fox!
Put an egg to your grease hole
If the color is green
Don’t even tell me you don’t like
It you have yet to see
The varietals of mount, conveyance, and steed
Tell you, that bacon don’t look rancid to me
Now flee from the Flit cloud: I
Get loud and spray spittle
Private Snafu picked the clap
Up in the middle
Of the Orient, brought it home to twist
Came back to what street? To think
I witnessed
I don’t do book reports i don’t
Sort the wheat from the chaff
But, I’ll discuss the topic of
Your ignorance if I’m asked
In fast-moving chastisements: your
Stature is slight in years as in intellect
Subjects you to plight
And hindrance should you want
To walk among adults
You protest vociferously: not your fault
You’re like
"Who? I didn’t hear about the rhyme sheet!"
But come on kid, it ain’t that late yet
Learn to read
No constellation at the belly but
They got the machine to make ‘em come off
Come on come one, come all!
There’s a transformation of
Your station involved
Used to have to been born with it
Now you take it to go
Meanwhile, the machinist keeps on
Raking the gold got sold the power struggle
Purchase the peace
At the end y’all are too broke
You’re spent but you’re free
Here's a new trick, Mr knox
Socks on Chicks! Chicks on Fox!
Put an egg to your grease hole
If the color is green
Don’t even tell me you don’t like
It you have yet to see
The varietals of mount, conveyance, and steed
Tell you, that bacon don’t look rancid to me
Now flee from the Flit cloud: I
Get loud and spray spittle
Private Snafu picked the clap
Up in the middle
Of the Orient, brought it home to twist
Came back to what street? To think
I witnessed
I don’t do book reports i don’t
Sort the wheat from the chaff
But, I’ll discuss the topic of
Your ignorance if I’m asked
In fast-moving chastisements: your
Stature is slight in years as in intellect
Subjects you to plight
And hindrance should you want
To walk among adults
You protest vociferously: not your fault
You’re like
"Who? I didn’t hear about the rhyme sheet!"
But come on kid, it ain’t that late yet
Learn to read