Are you enjoying that?  Just shut the fuck up and sit and watch!    I comes like BLAM! AHH! All up in your face  To give you mothafuckas a taste  Of whatever I'm kickin'  Damn, the shit is finger-lickin'  Like the pussy attached to the bitch I'm stickin'  Flickin'  The cunt-ilingous real tough  'Cause I wear a pair of thighs like some mothafuckin'  ear muffs  Lick it up  Because I gets to the point  Sit back, relax, and smoke a fuckin' joint  Rough, rougher than the corsite of the sandpaper  More complex than menthaliptous with the soothing  vapors  Where the papers?  Because I wanna get high  Lay on the lawn and stare at the sky  I'm quite disgusted  When some gets apathetic  I'll scream out my battle cry and freeze you up like  cryogenics  Anasthetic, carbon monoxide  A mind-meld  Pressure on your mind until your mind swells  It's something weird    Check the sound  Peep this freaky shit goin' down  Grab on to the rhythm like it owns your soul  Ask me where my brain is, man, I don't know  (Weird!!)  Check the sound  Peep this freaky shit goin' down  Grab on to the rhythm like it owns your soul  Ask me where my brain is, man, I don't know  (Weird!!)    Listen as I mingle  You start to tingle  You peep the jingle  I got you salivatin' for a Mr. Bones single  Lyrics illuminate like some candles  Nastier than ashy ass feet in some open toed sandles  Dimension X is the port to imagination  Desecration  Of the body, mind deprivation  In relation  To the son of man you can't avoid  'Cause I'm on the Dark Side of the Moon like Pink Floyd  Can you see me?  Maybe if you see me, you'll believe me  A hexogonic case  Skeleton face  On your TV  Turn the channel  And I'll just reappear  And make sure that we're all cleeaarr...  On the subject that I'm stressin', the shit is kinda deep like Atlantis  Mothafuckas nowadays be actin' scandulous  But fuck em', and fuck you too if you down wit' em' I aim to split em'  And eat they ass up with the deadly rhythm I'm bringin'  Pain to your ears loud and clear  So turn it up and freak out, it's something weird    Check the sound  Peep this freaky shit goin' down  Grab on to the rhythm like it owns your soul  Ask me where my brain is, man, I don't know  (Weird!!)  Check the sound  Peep this freaky shit goin' down  Grab on to the rhythm like it owns your soul  Ask me where my brain is, man, I don't know  Check the sound  Peep this freaky shit goin' down...  (Weird!!)    I wanna rip the skin off my body so I can see my skeleton  The thinks you think are mandatory I think are irrelevent  In fact, a lunatic is not always insane  Society bends the mind intends to give pain  Maintain long enough to live your life  Maintain your sanity long enough so you can get paid  Looking for my mind, I think I lost it  And fuck every last muthafucka out there that wanna talk shit  I give a fuck not what you think  I'm down to blast your ass everytime you blink  So think  Sucka  Mothafucka  You besta back up  Before I crack up  And nut-up  And fuck yo' ass up  I rip the rhyme like it has to be  What's my mental capacity  You're askin' me  I'm hittin' like 6.9 on the Richter Scale  I'm walkin' a ghostly trail  Scratches from the fingernails  Ghastly grooves overcoming the whole state  But wait, it gets better, just wait  Something weird....    Check the sound  Peep this freaky shit goin' down  Grab on to the rhythm like it owns your soul  Ask me where my brain is, man, I don't know  (Weird!!)  Check the sound  Peep this freaky shit goin' down  Grab on to the rhythm like it owns your soul  Ask me where my brain is, man, I don't know  (Weird!!)  Check the sound  Peep this freaky shit goin' down  Grab on to the rhythm like it owns your soul  Ask me where my brain is, man, I don't know  (Weird!!)  Check the sound  Peep this freaky shit goin' down  Grab on to the rhythm like it owns your soul  Ask me where my brain is, man, I don't know  (Weird!!)    Yeah....