Darby MuntZ - Day Tripper lyrics

Im a war machine born poor so you know my core is mean born for the horror my four letter words are sure to bring f** the world so towards the floor my foes are sure to lean warrior wordsmith so i keep the verbal murder short and clean making short work of all sorts of cohorts and feens the the coroners report even supports the theme that most met their end by unfortunate and force ably torturous means and even worst when my flow starts to burst at the seam reform and morph it seems into weak emcee seeking missiles guided by laser beams blow you and your Niebuhr to smithereens reanimate your corpse just so i can stick a fork in you aorta and shove four more swords in your spleen if your sore from the metaphoric perffering i got the perfect thing just drink 4 quarts of formula 40 40 chloroform and thorizene and hope it invokes a euphoric dream and i don't have to pretend to ignore your screams cus my four door ford it swings down the block like a mud covered gas guzzlin mutha f**in Juggernaut since noon ive been eating shroms and smoking purple pot so im gonna swerve in to the curb } whether im drunk or not i gotta gather my thoughts trying not to forget the sh** i forgot like green means go and red means stop and since when did i start listening to christian rock tripping cus now my a** i being riding by a persistent cop wish to god i dont get caught my licsence is sh** and im to blitzed to talk then hell be pissed and insist my trunk be popped and he see all the guns and dgugs i got i just wanna make a few more blocks then i can kick off my shoes and sox sip brew on the moon with a casterated asternuaght who complains a lot about his absent co*k while i sip absense and wait for the acid to stop