Boxguts - Razor Net lyrics

Trap and baffle with trashy tabloids and brutal banter Off of the mammal back saddle and on to new chapters Like getting Breezy having to smack a flashy b**h up battered Before you could begin to call yourself a true rude rapper My grooves bash dancers, the smooth crude gas yapper I chew loose prude flappers, slash inner tube to splash rafters Bruise blue black and slander all these wack pampered actors My cartoons to cra** for the ma**es of usual crackers All casts are saying "Man who's that groovy new Casper?" Damn that dude's past too dapper to spew this phat voodoo rapture Queue the shooters up Assa**ins are blasting While relaxing in the stu puffing they drew Rugers to clap 'em But nah that's that art school crap I choose to Mutilate tracks, spraying Belton, Montana graph burn Big gulping double cups to get you buku plastered f** gaffeling and hooting, buzzed and booming Lapping up leftover brew from an old decanter Abusing the liver and bladder and laughing View hues in gruesome illusions Sipping from cool blue pools of hydrochloric acid (twisted) In an ice fisherman igloo where they carve and canoe out foolish mutant badgers Organ looters in masks dashing As I cut and stew up goon campers and animal trackers in Aspen After we prove through matters The vaster bird flew through galactic patterns over huge ladders in Nasca Double headed four eye vision combined using two ViewMasters All the stupid gooses gathered to gander And landed on landmine lines that blasted blinding lights And blew steel (Blue Steel) through minds of Zoolanders "Where have you been? Why did you go? How could you dare to worry me so? What is your rest, yes or no?" "Ahh it's not a yes or no question." "Well then explain home leaving train."