Welcome To the Laboratory
Ladies and gentleman may I have your attention please
Hello I'm your professor for the day
They call me KO Clancy but you can call me K
Welcome to my Laboratory
Enter at your own risk
Welcome to the laboratory this no place to play
I'm here to put my horror story on discrete display
I'm finna leave you more than gory in complete dismay
This my fucking allegory I'ma show you why they call me K
First off you need to listen before I make a potion
And you wake up in a pit with just a basket and some lotion
I'm pressing up some haze and the shit is way too potent
And when you mix it with the cookies next thing you fuckin floatin'
The crazy rapping wizard that's known to practice alchemy
Freestyling up a spell naked on my balcony
A verbal appendectomy for those who disrespecting me
So stay out my Way
I'm just trying to be what I'm meant to be
I don't got any beakers I mix shit up in a bong
With a bitch in a belly tat sitting topless in a thong
She a thot I call Artemetese stirrin' up the pot
Macaroni in that bitch now I'm stirrin' up a thot
And she yelling not to stop and I'm worried I might break it
The bitch is way too humble always saying she can't take it
I'm a wizard with the stick
I ain't even gotta work
When I hit that fucking shit
Know the pussies gonna squirt
Cuz the cat has gone beserk I turn the kitty to a griffin'
And I don't just put in work I'm a wizard on a mission
So my bad back to it welcome to my laboratory
Where I cook up hot shit like a fire in a lavatory
I'm riding on a dragon and I'm hunting basilisk
Coming at these haters and I'm not a pacifist
Obsessed strategist I'm always twenty moves ahead
I kidnapped Bobby Fischer and looked deep inside his head
For bread I'm making moves but this ain't a fucking game
Late night rendezvous in the booth with Kurt Cobain
Have I gone insane or was that the ahyawaska
Is this a pot of Brains? Or a fresh bowl of Pasta?
Holy shit I must be tripping I'll guess I'll hit the booth
So many demons in my head when I'm there I'll let them loose
They say I got the juice, naw bitch I got the potion
They say I got drip, naw bitch I got the Ocean
I'm hung like a horse but got moves like a gazelle
So all of you Lion (Lying) can eat a dick and go to hell
Now it's time to die your death is free and mandatory
Thank you for your time and welcome to my laboratory
Anyone who's still alive
The exit is to the left
Photos are twenty five dollars
Please run your microphone into the bin provided
Hello I'm your professor for the day
They call me KO Clancy but you can call me K
Welcome to my Laboratory
Enter at your own risk
Welcome to the laboratory this no place to play
I'm here to put my horror story on discrete display
I'm finna leave you more than gory in complete dismay
This my fucking allegory I'ma show you why they call me K
First off you need to listen before I make a potion
And you wake up in a pit with just a basket and some lotion
I'm pressing up some haze and the shit is way too potent
And when you mix it with the cookies next thing you fuckin floatin'
The crazy rapping wizard that's known to practice alchemy
Freestyling up a spell naked on my balcony
A verbal appendectomy for those who disrespecting me
So stay out my Way
I'm just trying to be what I'm meant to be
I don't got any beakers I mix shit up in a bong
With a bitch in a belly tat sitting topless in a thong
She a thot I call Artemetese stirrin' up the pot
Macaroni in that bitch now I'm stirrin' up a thot
And she yelling not to stop and I'm worried I might break it
The bitch is way too humble always saying she can't take it
I'm a wizard with the stick
I ain't even gotta work
When I hit that fucking shit
Know the pussies gonna squirt
Cuz the cat has gone beserk I turn the kitty to a griffin'
And I don't just put in work I'm a wizard on a mission
So my bad back to it welcome to my laboratory
Where I cook up hot shit like a fire in a lavatory
I'm riding on a dragon and I'm hunting basilisk
Coming at these haters and I'm not a pacifist
Obsessed strategist I'm always twenty moves ahead
I kidnapped Bobby Fischer and looked deep inside his head
For bread I'm making moves but this ain't a fucking game
Late night rendezvous in the booth with Kurt Cobain
Have I gone insane or was that the ahyawaska
Is this a pot of Brains? Or a fresh bowl of Pasta?
Holy shit I must be tripping I'll guess I'll hit the booth
So many demons in my head when I'm there I'll let them loose
They say I got the juice, naw bitch I got the potion
They say I got drip, naw bitch I got the Ocean
I'm hung like a horse but got moves like a gazelle
So all of you Lion (Lying) can eat a dick and go to hell
Now it's time to die your death is free and mandatory
Thank you for your time and welcome to my laboratory
Anyone who's still alive
The exit is to the left
Photos are twenty five dollars
Please run your microphone into the bin provided
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