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Ridiculoid
Cannibal Ox (featuring El-P)

Shut up, yo, yo, yo, yo


My life's not right

(Check one)

My life's not right

(Check two)

My life's not right

(Check three)

Are you ready?


You know this was supposed

To be for my album though?

Oh whateva, it's okay


When I send a sickness dark soldiers

Fallin' in with flying debris

And bad programs of landmines

That remind me of the sexiest of slow jams


I pull a glock or fiver murder the group by numbers

I was nursed by the biggest of buildings

And had the sonic volcanic cap

Butcher have attached to his dead mother


Now this material might walk with a twitch

And live for the twisted shit

Images of boy scouts getting pistol whipped

Electronic talents fold


The realest television is the one that talks out 'loud

Even when the plug is corroded out

And they say productivity is up this month but I've lost my passion

Sick of waiting in line for my weekly chocolate ration


It's bad health and industrial sadness

Never helped by tofu franks or sadistic maggots

This addiction is more random

I walk door to door Mormon style, spitting my sick tantrums


Because I wasn't born handsome

Now that my life's complete with a capacity to push greatness buttons

With beats that have to be registered

As sex offenders represented to the public


I'll exfoliate your face with the acid inside my stomach

Binge and purge, we live in thirty second blurbs

And if consumers stopped existing, we'd forget how to use words

Just fuckin' eat each other till the next ice age occurs


Or at the source awards scratchin' our heads like What happened??

If the kids would've disclosed that you all lost if you just ask them

Out to plant life that sits and looks pretty

To attract curious intersection angels when in the city


That's below any self-respecting actress in a German schiester film

Who gobbled doggie dick and human feces

My fingers tap buttons with sanctified awareness

From heart scan to pulse readings


This a voice from a dead dimension without astral projection

The sluggish rugged discuss bunk that hovers

Acme lab rat, escape barely breathing through the heating vents

I'll try to come back for my family before the poison feeding commence



But if I should exhaust God's patience on

Someone better take my place nigga

Tell 'em it's the love that got me this far

And it's in my dreams I see their faces and


Murderers is like handles that clap sandals

Hand sand off tools and I can't stand on two

Amped off booze, wheelie with my ancle bruised

On the block silly with a mint Ellie


Watch young ladies hop scotch with the pink jellies

That's me trying to wop vetti with the longness and pot-bellied

Till it's nauseous a raw dog orphan

Straight out of the orphanage often


Lost in a realm tryin' to find cells

Strapped like a marksman with raps that'll off kids mad hi

Got my mind wrapped in a coffin resurrect thoughts in amorphous

Morph into Aquaman, polyin' in waters, talkin' to dolphins


To get that bilingual spittin' charm, tryin' to get it on

And spit a thorn that'll split a form in half studyin' math

Light 'dro Eaton's love mixed with ash, spit bats that stick to dat's

Sip snapples and twist off caps when you fuckin' with the sickest cats


Yo

My life's not right

(Check one)

My life's not right

(Check two)

My life's not right

(Check three)

Are you ready?


See I exist, iron fist, metal speech, scientist

Came out the womb of a phoenix, expect nothin' less

Then a mature flame velocity's my plane, my thought is my train

The galaxy's, the body, sun is the heart and the black hole's the brain


Heard my verse, ain't nothin' the same

I leave your mouth open when you're standin'

The word's the midget, esophagus is the cannon

Cipher unknown, the upper hand on overstandin', watch the landin'


Believe it or not, I'm walkin' on air

Last of America's heroes here to close the circle

I still remember the age of Coleco

A daily struggle but I hold onto the vision


Hip hop at it's best when it lacked television

And everybody wasn't an emcee

You know where the flows be and if you check the rhyme slowly

You'll find out cats is unseen like Jarobi


And most likely openin' doors with the psyche

If it's a Mikey, they'll eat anything

Starving but hack or crush anything

Not stars from the songs we sing this shit's ridiculoid


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