Creepy

Ladies and gentlemen, we'd like to welcome you inside the mind

There'll be no bell for lunch without a popper

And back then I was never embarrassed even with my dick out like chopper

I get so lonely I brawl with the music

I'm so underground, you silly bitch, I crawl through the sewage

Commercial shit, it's just all a nuisance

And Esoteric to aid he calls on the purest

To emerge from the gutter and do away with one dimensional

MC's who have to turn to their mother in a battle situation

Ring the bell when the cattle reach my station

I love riding on donkeys with headphones on

I see visions when I walk

I know a whole lot of fucking pigeons that can talk

They remind me that the hunger's real

And if you're gonna come at all you best come with skill

It's like B to the E to the I, it's just so creepy

Take a stroll through the woods and believe me

We're doing this of embers, no kindles

And the pioneers of small crease, they see a smoke signal

It's like B to the E to the I, it's just so creepy

Take a stroll through the woods and believe me

We're doing this of embers, no kindles

And the pioneers of small crease, they see a smoke signal

You see, Lucifer couldn't catch me, he's playing soft

I play cards with Merlin, I blow smoke with Gandalf

Blinky bill and I rob banks and shape shift

And the only icy shit I got is my dick in the cake mix

I'll take this to a land of snakes with red bellies

Secret handshakes with Ned Kelly

I came to prove, that we can too

When your whole style reminds me of an ad for cheap shampoo

That's right, life's a puzzle and I'm making it fit

And don’t bother me on the dunny, son, I'm taking a shit

But when I'm off, and no doubt about it, I'm partly mental

Meet me in the tool shed with all your sharpened pencils

Envision the calligraphy that hacks the gift

And slap on your thinking caps to catch my drift

Porn king ding fish burn makes the world move

Poetical principal of rhyme the girls do

So, come on, lads, please, pass the billy

We got hip hop, at ease, arse and titty

And I'm stumbling (shit) numb of a case

I got a dick in my pants who thinks he's running the place

Walking like a wooden puppet this track goes out

To anybody talking like I couldn't cut it

A little faith, trust me, goes a long way

That's why my magical wand waves so that the song stays in

Timeless like I'm on stage rhyming

Cause in the sky rhythm and rhyme living the live

And the moral of the story is , I juggle just to manage

I'm a ghost for now, but I'm subtle when I vanish

It's like B to the E to the I, it's just so creepy

Take a stroll through the woods and believe me

We're doing this of embers, no kindles

And the pioneers of small crease, they see a smoke signal

It's like B to the E to the I, it's just so creepy

Take a stroll through the woods and believe me

We're doing this of embers, no kindles

And the pioneers of small crease, they see a smoke signal

We're just kicking it so beautifully and usually we just chill out

Next to broads that foolishly with these carps of jewelry

I found these balds of nudity and it's all just new to me

Such an odd community (hey yo it's probably puberty)

Ey yo we've got to grow the fuck down

We still in adolescence

To come to the clearing in the woods

Lit by the incandescent moon

Yeah I see you smirk and say not likely

Original vocab just don't compute

Like we were pikies

(So I stand there)

And all I hear is

"Geez, you're a pair of slopes"

Weaze, no caramel so please don't parallel (that's right)

Us to candy rappers cuz they end up in the waste basket

When their style spit there ain't no flavour, no

It's that taste lasting

Oompa Loompa, doopity doo

Man I’m that Everlasting Gobstopper that blew the city fuse

So don't think you're gonna get away

You little rascal

Cause we got the country locked down like we're from Nashville

It's like B to the E to the I, it's just so creepy

Take a stroll through the woods and believe me

We're doing this of embers, no kindles

And the pioneers of small crease, they see a smoke signal

It's like B to the E to the I, it's just so creepy

Take a stroll through the woods and believe me

We're doing this of embers, no kindles

And the pioneers of small crease, they see a smoke signal

Some outskirt hillbillies just chilling on some dirt bikes

Rounded up these Varmints taking them back to the turnpike

When the herb lights, we’ll pass it, when we spy ‘em from the ditch

We show 'em they got a wardrobe and a lion and a witch

You wanna pitch your tent right here at our camp site

(There’s a crack in the back of the closet)

Oh oh, I'll get that lamp lite

[?] the wood hatchet these splinters kill

Then I feel a winter, chill and I'm in a timber mill

Through the prairie, I storm through the grass and night thicket

Past the bushes, the brambles, the billygoats and white pickets

And I'm here

I crush the petals with my sandals

I'm walking through the woods

With little Gretel and Hanz

Look west on the hills

Up here i hear a moan, bellow

From an old fellow at a park

With a couple of stones yellow

And he was more bubbly than a geiser

That Old Faithful freestyler

Was more [?] kaizer

We jumped on a snow plow

But like a magic trick he made a dragon puff up

With a gadget fit for bagging up all the adjectives

I ask you this

Yo, in all sinsavity

Does it even occur to you

Half our shit is all a pavity

All those prissy little nitwits

Just trying to make their shit flip

When they spit fits of mindless crap

I mean, I guess we are some misfits

And you might call me a cynic

But I just don't mimic

At the hands of today

We still make you bounce without the gimmick

Like we're pumping this club

And we’ll up and make it so fresh

In the southern we’re coming with something different from the rest

And by the time I get to the club man

I'll be hurting

I get there, there's one guy there

Some dude named Tyler Durden, man

It's like B to the E to the I, it's just so creepy

Take a stroll through the woods and believe me

We're doing this of embers, no kindles

And the pioneers of small crease, they see a smoke signal

It's like B to the E to the I, it's just so creepy

Take a stroll through the woods and believe me

We're doing this of embers, no kindles

And the pioneers of small crease, they see a smoke signal