Soul Khan, O.I.S.D. - Suck My Dick lyrics
[Soul Khan, O.I.S.D. - Suck My Dick lyrics]
Ladies and gentlemen
Let's get on some deep, intellectual
Super-scientifical shit, ha!
Suck my dick, lick my nuts
When the city collapses into
Splinters and ashes
Are you really going to be
Happy with them silly contraptions?
The iPod, the iPhone, oh, my god, is my home
Just another hard drive to hold
Shit that I own? I know, I know
That it sounds a little cliche
MC so-and-so on the mountain getting preachy
Someone always twisting up your
Words like you're T-Pain
But to keep that money right
You have got to remain
Silent as the moment when you're
Lying in an open casket
And they ask how to divide
Up what you're holding
Cash flow might slow your last cold night
But an asshole's life's still
An asshole's life
I want to smoke the same shit Castro likes
While dummy type honeys say "that's so tight"
Collect money like I passed go twice
And bet it on Decepticons in Hasbro fights
They say Americans are arrogant and fat
As the gats that they carry in Iraq
But, I barely can attack
My own shadow, can't load that ammo
It's a grown man's battle
They ain't airing it on SMACK
When Ike Turner passed on his
Life's work and passion
All we could remember was the
Wife that he slapped on
So even though the music is
Supposed to be the measurement
I'll never lift an f'ing fist unless
It's in defense of this
Liberty to Rock Bells, even if
The stock sales drop, well, i fell
In the land of the blind, you
Die or you talk Braille, tough as an ox tail
To travel this far when your
Car's on the wrong rail
So, if you do connect with
That future you're expecting
You should use a breath mint
And lose that stupid weapon
Boogaloo electric? Nah, too broke
I told you all I know but I'm glad we spoke
Let's get on some deep, intellectual
Super-scientifical shit, ha!
Suck my dick, lick my nuts
When the city collapses into
Splinters and ashes
Are you really going to be
Happy with them silly contraptions?
The iPod, the iPhone, oh, my god, is my home
Just another hard drive to hold
Shit that I own? I know, I know
That it sounds a little cliche
MC so-and-so on the mountain getting preachy
Someone always twisting up your
Words like you're T-Pain
But to keep that money right
You have got to remain
Silent as the moment when you're
Lying in an open casket
And they ask how to divide
Up what you're holding
Cash flow might slow your last cold night
But an asshole's life's still
An asshole's life
I want to smoke the same shit Castro likes
While dummy type honeys say "that's so tight"
Collect money like I passed go twice
And bet it on Decepticons in Hasbro fights
They say Americans are arrogant and fat
As the gats that they carry in Iraq
But, I barely can attack
My own shadow, can't load that ammo
It's a grown man's battle
They ain't airing it on SMACK
When Ike Turner passed on his
Life's work and passion
All we could remember was the
Wife that he slapped on
So even though the music is
Supposed to be the measurement
I'll never lift an f'ing fist unless
It's in defense of this
Liberty to Rock Bells, even if
The stock sales drop, well, i fell
In the land of the blind, you
Die or you talk Braille, tough as an ox tail
To travel this far when your
Car's on the wrong rail
So, if you do connect with
That future you're expecting
You should use a breath mint
And lose that stupid weapon
Boogaloo electric? Nah, too broke
I told you all I know but I'm glad we spoke