2Mex - Sphinx's Coonery lyrics

[Busdriver] The world cannot be saved, children Your hero's bloodshed is sponsored by the sphinx's coonery under the monster eye [Mikah-9] Walk like an Egyptian Keep some pep about your step The petty thievery A pet peeve to me Grief over leaving me Queasy, easily, measly, freebie Frisbee Sizzles in cold stream wilderness Epic, relic, medic, antiseptic tank quarantine Celtic elfin magic melted in that kiln Overwhelm your film Hold the realm by the helm Put you in a gimp suit plastic pillow case Pimp loot prostitutes knock boots in duke shoot Luke cute k**ing off shallow personalities I rebuke on purpose I set it, plan, and plot Puke on planet Earth If I was a fifth, you'd drink me If I was a spliff, you'd stink me If I was a myth, you'd think me If I was a lift, you'd sink me If I was a gift, you'd jinx me Sphinx riddle as taboo Culture clash bamboo I'm a damn fool The baby in your baby momma's belly got my s**m shampoo If infant was hip-hop and womb of time Recording room for rhyme Leverage your average beverage Severage causes heritage hemorrhage at a measure which the feathers itch Gathers rich overages whether its reverence is togetherness I never miss a chance to tether twist a stance Fake independents take advantage of a zephyr kiss The sound of their soul is tainted with devilness [Busdriver] Dying, we did it well We put diving boards on the mouth of forever and ever And MTVs reenact our martyrdom with marginal liberals but we're the artful pit bulls [2 Mex] Get the f** out of my genre It's my alma mater Styles from my mama who do these piles of towels from a Ramada Who think Illuminati but drink limonada Persona non grata Think there zoning on strata Got a lot of Erik Estrada but not a lot of Akuma Matata In and out of water like a piranha on a Prada or Dolce and Gabbana piñata Waiting to Mexhale Your girls in a Hyundai Excel One lie away from writing me letters on Microsoft Excel Cause and effect sales Rhymes is ice in effect Hail to the thief Mail order some new teeth Impailed through the Mexperiment Underneath the burial reef Carry a note and not a leaf I'm an a anomaly You're Amelie and you've got to leave The dichotomy of your dye job is not godly But oddly more runway modelly [Busdriver] I'm mistaken for the next Kool Keith Because I interbreed indie rap acts and groom them at the pet boutique But I'm stupid I turn down test tube freak bleach blondes Offering s** on a nude beach To read palms for prep school geeks Cause they sing along to each song Why only do I appreciate the therapeutic properties of a s**y who*e? Is it because my vacant heart is a messy sore Encased in an unrefined heavy ore? It's exactly why jet fuel leaks out of my every pore And rhymers can't even ingest the food I eat anymore They would need six stomachs, a big budget and crisp hundreds To bribe hand-picked judges To share the winnings of the post-rap whiz kid I'm a steaming blue baby Hovering over a bigwigs business grid My ideas go down smoothly When you guzzle an Odwalla My speech is littered with double entendres And sharp sarcasm I'm coupled with top sponsors My tame ideas are on the wall of a chain of Ikeas