SDM 151

Not to be rude, but who the f*** are these dudes
Talking about outer planets that they've never been to
If I were you I would stay out of the hip hop and blues
Go get yourself a rock band and a groupie or two

With no respect due, f*** you we do what we do
Bound in an arcane domain this shit is not for you
Excuse the profane way I speak, lucky we let you peek in
Should have hoarded all the answers you've been seeking
Leave you leaking boy

Cause a commotion, attack Tokyo then back to the ocean
With no emotion
Witchy vibes, brews and potions
Witchy vibes, brews and potions
Ouija board champions, bar none ouija board champions
Enter the realm yeah we'll leave the door open
Crossfade to black when the spirits have spoken

We're stirring up these music genres
Until they're dripping like saunas
Bloody katanas we're trying to add some commas
To DRGS and Data personas, these critics are prima donnas
We'll run the jewels when we wanna until Nirvana's Madonna

We're more Slayers than John Mayers and naysayers can say a prayer
Bloody raw

Cause a commotion, attack Tokyo then back to the ocean
With no emotion
Witchy vibes, brews and potions
Witchy vibes, brews and potions
Ouija board champions, bar none ouija board champions
Enter the realm we'll leave the door open
Crossfade to black when the spirits have spoken

Man both of you can't claim to be punk rock
Where's the spikes and the accessories?
And you're not Darby Crash, you're not Dead Kennedys
And you can't claim hip hop based off GP and your pedigrees
And you're not the f***ing Beatles, so just let it be

Let it be? Please, you were probably three
Back in ninety three when we were entertaining for free
Playing dusty desert shows in a hundred and ten degrees
But you're more punk than me?

Let's agree to disagree

See we're all about the music, creation's therapeutic
From hip hop to acoustic, we turn the mic into a glue stick
Phonetically we fuse it, with visual theatrics
It's pure appreciation not appropriating classics

We mop you f***ers up like fabuloso and fantastic
Let's wrap this thing up and lay that b**** down in a casket
Thoughts and prayers and a pretty flower basket
Diamonds in our ears can't you hear the flawless facets?



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Writer(s): Adam Rushfield, Patrick Laundrie
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