Milo - The Confrontation at Khazad-dûm lyrics
[Milo - The Confrontation at Khazad-dûm lyrics]
I hate Freud because I think
He's telling the truth
I don't need to be told I'm
An animal trapped in a booth
That's a metaphor for a much lazier writer
In real life I'd get my ass kicked
But never in street fighter
Raps a big pool where's the deep
End I'll just wade in
Disappear into the underground like
A cone headed Raiden
I post lectures off tempo
On monotone laden maiden
Who's raving he's about to go super saiyan
Son Goku scribed overly wordy
Haiku's about how
I'd rather run instead of fight you
You betchum I'm Ash Ketchum with no Raichu
I kill them with kindness
And just to spite you I have no enemies
Just people who aren't my friends yet
And when they are I'll borrow moneys
And never repay the debt
On the freeway you passed me
In a bright yellow corvette
And I was peddling a whirlybird
Invention that I stole from
Some bloke at the ugly
Nerd convention in Lowell
It's the return of the king
The third Lord of the
I don't have a Hip-Hop career i have a hobby
Which leaves me unloved like
A younger brother Bobby
I'm gathered around grandmothers in
A knitting group
As vegetarian at the potlucks so I
Can only eat the soup
I'm a crummy musician not a
Conjurer of cheap tricks
I can't purchase a quirky
Beat at Jo-Anne's Fabrics
I'll never be commonplace with
These slow dance mavericks
I could've been a lounge singer
In a themed sports bar
Perused my Pokedex to find it
Wasn't in my cards
I'm beginning to find satisfaction
With Futurama repeats open folder my life
Program file dignity delete
This is for my cats who
Are obligatorily finishing undergrad
To be the perfect sons for their wonder dads
I'm no German Wunderkind
I'm a brown kid with a
Healthy distrust in Republicans
My stomach warns me when
Trouble is a bubblin'
This is for my brothers
Slaying mental Balrogs
And my sisters who have to
Deal with proverbial ball-hogs
He's telling the truth
I don't need to be told I'm
An animal trapped in a booth
That's a metaphor for a much lazier writer
In real life I'd get my ass kicked
But never in street fighter
Raps a big pool where's the deep
End I'll just wade in
Disappear into the underground like
A cone headed Raiden
I post lectures off tempo
On monotone laden maiden
Who's raving he's about to go super saiyan
Son Goku scribed overly wordy
Haiku's about how
I'd rather run instead of fight you
You betchum I'm Ash Ketchum with no Raichu
I kill them with kindness
And just to spite you I have no enemies
Just people who aren't my friends yet
And when they are I'll borrow moneys
And never repay the debt
On the freeway you passed me
In a bright yellow corvette
And I was peddling a whirlybird
Invention that I stole from
Some bloke at the ugly
Nerd convention in Lowell
It's the return of the king
The third Lord of the
I don't have a Hip-Hop career i have a hobby
Which leaves me unloved like
A younger brother Bobby
I'm gathered around grandmothers in
A knitting group
As vegetarian at the potlucks so I
Can only eat the soup
I'm a crummy musician not a
Conjurer of cheap tricks
I can't purchase a quirky
Beat at Jo-Anne's Fabrics
I'll never be commonplace with
These slow dance mavericks
I could've been a lounge singer
In a themed sports bar
Perused my Pokedex to find it
Wasn't in my cards
I'm beginning to find satisfaction
With Futurama repeats open folder my life
Program file dignity delete
This is for my cats who
Are obligatorily finishing undergrad
To be the perfect sons for their wonder dads
I'm no German Wunderkind
I'm a brown kid with a
Healthy distrust in Republicans
My stomach warns me when
Trouble is a bubblin'
This is for my brothers
Slaying mental Balrogs
And my sisters who have to
Deal with proverbial ball-hogs