Bayou Moon Stompin'
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โฑ๏ธ 4:36 duration
๐ ID: 6715087
๐ Lyrics
My style's like Ilona in the 80's.
And a revolution going on inside a farm town in Haiti
Psychiatrists want to shrink my balls, and
Tell me that I'm nuts, cause my LP's got self-inflicted cuts.
I seen the witch doctor in his shanty town hut.
He wanted to open my head there, but I said I wanted to keep it shut
He approached me with a drill.
I zapped him with a proton pack, and snatched his ass in a bear trap.
Stuffed him into the unit.
Yall emcees are cubic.
Watching too much tv, and not focusing on the music only.
I'm laid back like a one pitch roof,
And if you're in my profession then you know it's a truth.
Cause I don't do Rush, I don't eat jello, I rest my head in the center of the pillow.
These rude boy beats speak directly to my soul,
And I hope that they got enough of them to plug up the hole.
One swat from my bear claw will definitely impair yall.
Powdered emcees with the jelly in the middle
I'm louder than you even if I turn it down a little.
I can take it to the lake but still can never solve the riddle.
I'm on top of the world even when I'm in the south pole,
And I'm ruder than you even when I chew with my mouth closed.
I know when I'm stomping through the bayou.
My feet they get so tired,
I gotta sit on down.
I can't sit down for too long now.
That tune of a honky tonk keeps pulling me right up outta my chair.
Here's a nickle worth of free advice; be sure
To drink your rich chocolate ovaltine.
Or I'll devour every mic in your local scene,
And fold it up like the last page of Mad Magazine.
It's a rare condition this day and age
To read any good news on a newspaper page.
I call it mutually assured destruction conducting.
We wont accept cheque or it's clover colored cousin,
Cause everything is everything and everything's illusion.
Think I'm being watched, have you got a solution?
Before embarking on an introspective journey.
I work for five days and spend my weekends at Berney's.
It's a corvette summer and I'm cooling on the corner
With the streetlight shadows and the garbage can drummers,
As vampires lurk through the isles in the record store.
You second guess your dreams and wonder why your neck was sore.
Now doc and marty got you line and sinker.
Geodesic dome dweller and the hyperactive thinker.
And a revolution going on inside a farm town in Haiti
Psychiatrists want to shrink my balls, and
Tell me that I'm nuts, cause my LP's got self-inflicted cuts.
I seen the witch doctor in his shanty town hut.
He wanted to open my head there, but I said I wanted to keep it shut
He approached me with a drill.
I zapped him with a proton pack, and snatched his ass in a bear trap.
Stuffed him into the unit.
Yall emcees are cubic.
Watching too much tv, and not focusing on the music only.
I'm laid back like a one pitch roof,
And if you're in my profession then you know it's a truth.
Cause I don't do Rush, I don't eat jello, I rest my head in the center of the pillow.
These rude boy beats speak directly to my soul,
And I hope that they got enough of them to plug up the hole.
One swat from my bear claw will definitely impair yall.
Powdered emcees with the jelly in the middle
I'm louder than you even if I turn it down a little.
I can take it to the lake but still can never solve the riddle.
I'm on top of the world even when I'm in the south pole,
And I'm ruder than you even when I chew with my mouth closed.
I know when I'm stomping through the bayou.
My feet they get so tired,
I gotta sit on down.
I can't sit down for too long now.
That tune of a honky tonk keeps pulling me right up outta my chair.
Here's a nickle worth of free advice; be sure
To drink your rich chocolate ovaltine.
Or I'll devour every mic in your local scene,
And fold it up like the last page of Mad Magazine.
It's a rare condition this day and age
To read any good news on a newspaper page.
I call it mutually assured destruction conducting.
We wont accept cheque or it's clover colored cousin,
Cause everything is everything and everything's illusion.
Think I'm being watched, have you got a solution?
Before embarking on an introspective journey.
I work for five days and spend my weekends at Berney's.
It's a corvette summer and I'm cooling on the corner
With the streetlight shadows and the garbage can drummers,
As vampires lurk through the isles in the record store.
You second guess your dreams and wonder why your neck was sore.
Now doc and marty got you line and sinker.
Geodesic dome dweller and the hyperactive thinker.