Cannibal Ox - Gases In Hell (Inhale) lyrics

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Cannibal Ox - Gases In Hell (Inhale) lyrics

[Hook: Vast Aire] Gases in hell Gases in hell Gases in hell Ghost in a shell Gases in hell Gases in hell Gases in hell Ghost in a shell My style's kinda fat, reminiscent of a whale Gases in hell Gases in hell Gases in hell Ghost in a shell [Verse 1: Vast Aire] My shell is a mechanical found ghost By my ghetto is animal found toast, my fahrenheit is blazin', I might boast And you don't wanna get that close Gases in hell, ghost in a shell My molecules separate like Flash' as I propel Light speed, then the sound I am the first God to come forth, from the mount Zep tepi your world's empty And it's a shame, you had your chance, now watch me And I ain't an MC I'm more like a sorcerer, trapped in a spellin' bee And I'm unstoppable once I get angry You lit the fuse, mission impossible I'm Vishnu Aladdin Just know I enter the tiger and exit the dragon [Hook] [Verse 2: Vast Aire] Calling all cars, calling all cars You can trace my body in the sky with stars Cosmos, Sir William We call him Bill Cosmiq, you get to meet him At the holiest cities we gather proof Abra, kadabra, poof That's my perfume, ain't it cute There is no d**h, I'm just changing my suit My sons will come back to reform the law The beat is hotter than a who*e with gasoline drawers I'm wavy boy Look at me from a distance and I start wavin' boy No need for alarm I played the flute in bandcamp that's how I met your moms I'm bigger than Grizz and Dot Com You're sweeter than Liz Lemon, I'm number 7 [Hook] [Verse 3: Vast Aire] Let's go, pressto Everything with a bu*ton, I press those Everything with a string, I pluck those I smile at a b**h, she jump out her clothes Galaxo, properties iron Where there's nothing but hyenas and lions Where there's nothing but poor babies that's crying All thing come to an end, ask a Mayan Let's go, fatso Chicken and waffles at Roscoe's Chef Olay, bravo Broad thinks she's cute, I wanna see her toes Followers, Jacob, had the most 60,000 n***as on Pat Mose Raise your gla**es in the air, here's a toast My whole crew whipping cream, lactose