Danger Mouse - Social Distortion lyrics

(Prince Po) For the love of Christ I don't need ice to leave you froze Turn your brains to toothpaste And squeeze till it blows Grimm Reaper with rap flows Raps a trap, (?) attack Those who lack respect get heads cracked Survive with the movement Mad as domestic abusing Extortion, Organized Konfusion Teenage abortion, tossed and forced into prostitution 9/11 distorted the law's proportion We was one unit, now we back to being monkeys in mosh pits Drama (?), soon as the dark sits Spark the (?) Rotty-doddy aside The Maserati, dog, respect the art Black Max with smarts The special effects that light up your heart Me on the mic is like the bite of a shark Ignite, and drive ya' bullsh** Right up the charts Out of the hood and (?) Still, gotta stay sharp Remarkable with this modern day art (?) soldier from Rosewood Vanilla dutch, touch that's so hood Blaze like blueberry haze You know how we do in these last days Smash (?) and raps for (?) For them, it's Poe(?) Spitting that 89 crack flow (?) Bounce out the back do' But not without his gat, tho' Danger Mouse came with that Bent back, the big rim track Get back Poe (DOOM) Hmm.. Is that so? The first hip hop chat show Whoever talk slick get they lipped popped Like Fatso Bum, feel the sting linger Wrote this humdinger with a Dislocated bling finger Still king of the hill, it's the DOOM-Hour When he came to spit more gibberish Than Boomhauer, mayne Wigs'll bleed with the quick speed Drag 'em backstage Like the type of n***a did Ziegfeld Caught a deal an a sawed off, (?) Bought off, suit and shells (?) And a hood sh** Just to ward off the groupie-males Most will boast that his flows is coastal I hope he get on the mic and don't go postal But keep it blissful It's wishful thinking Piss full of drinking, fist full of Lincolns Pistol full of lead with one in the head And a fan base that spread from the unborn to undead Done said, terror alert high Dress code when it's stress mode, its shirt and tie A certain guy told her to ignore the mask A flirt in a skirt to make you beg for the a** Baby got back, maybe got black In a stranger house, Danger Mouse Gave 'em hot tracks Asked him could he bark on the beat And spark Cali Villain not the cat you wanna meet In a dark alley