The Flying Dutchmen - Gas Chamber lyrics

During the second World War
An Australian naval vessel managed to
Send one last desperate message
To the outside world before ship
And crew disappeared forever
A terrifying message of only
Two words: "Flying Dutchman"

The Flying motherfucking Dutchmen
Vanderslice, Jon Murdock, Lex Starwind, yo

Bozos, bum MCs and assholes
Wanna park free, send 'em to jail
Don't pass go
Flow hot, jalapeño mean, Tabasco
Storm blocks, El Niño scene for cash blow
Lex Starwind breathes through
Tropical storm now
Nympho freak beats, poppin' a four pound
Barber on fleek street
Choppin' your door down
George Jung, tongue uncut with the raw sound

You could catch me at a party, yo
Spittin' sick audio
Fucking bitches in the back, exercise cardio
You never saw me though
Bitches sippin' Cosmos all work at Costco
Suck me with they eyes closed
Indeed, if you want
You could call me for weed
Call me for anything you need
Sell more speed that Keanu Reeves
Jon Murdock, PCP and the gravity bong
I could tell you that you nice
But that'd be wrong

Through strange days to dark days
I blaze with the lyrical
Take aim and part fades, deranged individual
Same shit that injure you
The same shit could kill ya
Real recognize real, I better look familiar
Beat break, body cast, shattered and bruised
Bet against L Star? Bet the faggot'll lose
Listen Vanderslice surgical incision
Steady hands
Underground chief rocker, lord of the rings
Fam

MC, Jon Murdock, FD
Chain snatch a rapper status off
His neck and flee
Come to your show with it on, remember me?
Keep your new shit tucked low, it better be
Dutchmen soarin', neo-knocking
Duck the warrant
Fucked with law and Peter, the guns enormous
Einhorn and Finkle, Finkle and Einhorn
Laces out, soccer style
Kick it when the rhymes on

I'm looking for Ray Finkle
What do you know about Ray Finkle?
Soccer style kicker
Graduated from Collier High June 1976
Stetson University's Honor Graduate
Class of 1980
Holds two NCAA Division I records
One for most points in a season
One for distance former nickname "the Mule"
The first and only pro athlete to
Ever come out of Collier County
And one hell of a model American

Sing a sad song, sour and deep
We'll roll when Jakes on a stroll
Steady pounding the beat
And you bear hugging blocks when
You out on the street
Ain't no slackin' on your rappin'
Keep them actions discrete
Shit, Rick the Model Martel
Arrogance in your face
Back pocket wallet raped
Assault and batter your safe
When your doors kicked quick
Tripped up carrying weight
On the bus with white ratch, right back
Right in they face

Right in they faces, pumpin' the gauges
Dutchmen and Dation
Still they both ill, for real
Fuckin' amazin'
Get my Wang Chung on, buggin'
Clubbin' with Asians
Your RuPaul squad could never
Fuck with the flavors
Kanye bitch bad but bald
Like Sigourney Weaver
He got auto tune corny fever
With a horny diva
Fuck around, gun blast, leak forty liters
Buck the pound, run fast
Teeter for your speakers

Tommy gun fun, Connie Chung news reportin'
Lohan program, Olsen twins snortin'
Shit, note hit harder than Rocky boxin'
Eighty mills of that Heath Ledger Oxycontin
Hit like Piston Honda, VTEC
My piston's Honda
While out drunk and pissed in Hondas
Vanderslice chop Benihana's, flip hibachi
Snitch niggas singing on mics, Liberace

Jon Hefner, rhyme diesel like Brock Lesnar
Smoking jacket, hold the ratchet
Sucked in the Cessna
Your flows are average, choke a faggot
Slumped on a stretcher coke's a habit
Smoke my pack and struck with the heckler
Emo, wacker than Shaq with a free throw
Wacker than Mr bentley dancing with CeeLo
Hip-Hop in flip-flops, I laugh at you people
Cats dying
Lyrical strength is straight lethal

Mwahahahahaha! It's the real Flying Dutchman
You bet your lilly-white livers
I'm the Flying Dutchman
And I'll let ya in on a little
Secret I'm going to steal your soul