ZOTiYAC - Gibberish (Intro) lyrics
[ZOTiYAC - Gibberish Intro lyrics]
During this tour as we open the
Door cerebral dysmorphia took it’s course
Cut the head off look at the source
It’s unfortunately amoral
But nothing else of the sort
Creeping up like a chordate
A rudimentary spinal
Cord a bendy rod supporting the dorsal
Formed by the ectodermal
And padded steps moving tactical
I'm forever learning the comb jelly
Chrome weapon turn ya bones jelly
Push up like a felon
Yac propelling like a flown heli
Dwelling through the blown
Belly of the beast alone
Yellin' free my niggas out the pen
I used to have my own celly
I'm on the edge of disaster
Nuclear armageddon coming right
On schedule it’s petty yet
Still I'm ever-ready
I love war and this life is a bloodsport
But come with it a weird force that
Ain't citing a clear source and
If heaven is right above us I'm
Looking to steer us north
At yo' funeral in a suit
Talking stupid like Piers Morgan
Walk wit' a big cap in a stick
Just like the victorian era
Doctor kevorkian orchestrate a notorious
Torture method but I
Was just giving you what you ordered
This terror is insubordinate
No authority formed against me is even
A fork in this road
I'm in a delorean flying by
A euphoria hearing only accordions
Shooting straight through the cornea
Of the storm
Category is unimportant but Dorian
Must’ve bored me
I'm snoring if you was telling the story
Something like a centurion, go to war
No historian
But his story end glorious blazing
This allegory transformed into a
Memoriam morpheus to a mortal
Triceratops to a scorpion
Door cerebral dysmorphia took it’s course
Cut the head off look at the source
It’s unfortunately amoral
But nothing else of the sort
Creeping up like a chordate
A rudimentary spinal
Cord a bendy rod supporting the dorsal
Formed by the ectodermal
And padded steps moving tactical
I'm forever learning the comb jelly
Chrome weapon turn ya bones jelly
Push up like a felon
Yac propelling like a flown heli
Dwelling through the blown
Belly of the beast alone
Yellin' free my niggas out the pen
I used to have my own celly
I'm on the edge of disaster
Nuclear armageddon coming right
On schedule it’s petty yet
Still I'm ever-ready
I love war and this life is a bloodsport
But come with it a weird force that
Ain't citing a clear source and
If heaven is right above us I'm
Looking to steer us north
At yo' funeral in a suit
Talking stupid like Piers Morgan
Walk wit' a big cap in a stick
Just like the victorian era
Doctor kevorkian orchestrate a notorious
Torture method but I
Was just giving you what you ordered
This terror is insubordinate
No authority formed against me is even
A fork in this road
I'm in a delorean flying by
A euphoria hearing only accordions
Shooting straight through the cornea
Of the storm
Category is unimportant but Dorian
Must’ve bored me
I'm snoring if you was telling the story
Something like a centurion, go to war
No historian
But his story end glorious blazing
This allegory transformed into a
Memoriam morpheus to a mortal
Triceratops to a scorpion