Butterfingers - Mandarines lyrics

you rappers are out of order so i think i oughta blow you out the water like submarines You'll understand if you listen to the lyrics that I'm spittin why my sh** keeps hittin like tambourines and there will be no excuses to deny the truth is we've got more juices than mandarins tangerines, and apples put together down for whatever it's the band of your dreams I will inform thee of the story as recorded so far I'm a walking talking social faux paux YO! I got no mobile phone and no car but I'm a psycho on the mike though, just like yo yo ma is on violins I'm siamese twins but I'm crammed inside a man with normal limbs Goddamn, I'm singin' hymns like "la de da de dada" and I'm still slamming when I'm jammin on a guitar So hand me a cigar, and light the s**er up, s** my dick or kiss my arse either way pucker up. 'cause i get the party started and I reunite the parted, where as you would clear the room like somebody just farted topics are retarded but i keep it light hearted take it to the plain that remains uncharted I got the know how so follow me now If ya dare i'm taking you where wallabies, cows and echidnas live, it's part of the trip, I'm not sh**tin' ya kids of all you clowns, wanna be down, I'm doing the rounds for dollars and pounds you'll be hollerin out ya collagen mouths "damn we're not in hollywood now!" you rappers are out of order so I think I oughtta blow you out the water like submarines You'll understand if you listen to the lyrics that I'm spittin why my sh** keeps hittin like tambourines and there will be no excuses to deny the truth is we've got more juices than mandarins tangerines, and apples put together down for whatever it's the band of your dreams Pick a style any style and I bet I show ya how to rock it, light up ya face like ya co*k was in a power socket and I just shocked it with 240 volts of raw electricity and now ya boltin for the door didn't mean to leave ya sore I'm just hardcore rehearsin' man and hell I mean well, Hell, I mean I'm well versed man in the art of kickin it in public don't even start off what you've written it will s** dick. Well I can tell from here what I'm smellin is fear so let me spell it out DON'T YELL IN MY EAR I'm right here and you're talking sh** anyway and we'll burn yas' to be Ernest like Hemmingway you say I'm hard to swallow but I'm here to teach a lesson If ya bite my style I'm a give you indigestion so let me interject with a suggestion want some respect? use your intellect and speak with introspection. you rappers are out of order so i think i oughtta blow you out the water like submarines You'll understand if you listen to the lyrics that I'm spittin while my sh** keeps hittin like tambourines and there will be no excuses to deny the truth is we've got more juices than mandarins tangerines, and apples put together down for whatever it's the band of your dreams