El-P - Drones Over Bklyn lyrics

[Verse 1] You bAnnotateetter stay aloof when the troops move or suicide booths soothe The who's who of looters shoot, the bullets go zoom zoom Your pain is the p**n, pal, they pay to pop plain sh** It's faded, it's more foul than famous, it's hot sin Hollywood off the bus f**ed, tender little destruct tucked In the waist with a gold face, feed the greedy with dum dums You and me in the butane, supe a lame and he puffs up Little dragons of fad rap, suture their face the f** up Walk in the zone or get less, wake in the fog of fright night Eat where the sifters sell trash, sleep where the orphan's hell hatched Pardon me son I'm zoned out, cloned out No doubt home is, blowed out Sold out without extra man bonus Tragedy smurf smirks, a middle man's shirt bursts Wetted up, wet work, you get it up, get merc'd A wabbit in crosshairs, mechanical fox hunt Be quiet they're hunting now, the method is awesome And I can see them in my eyes when they're closed, I can feel them at night I can feel them plot a course through the sky, I believe in their flight Drones over Brooklyn Dr-Drones over Brooklyn [X8] [Verse 2] You can hear calico ultimate point at you Click clack and back 'em to bunny dust point of view Hardy har, funny stuff, tough cookie boy I'll be sure to bring my b**h-bib-sloppy-eat-flop-around-clown-shoe getup Kids sing along, this is all we have left b**h, sing a song I was born conjoined to howlers of the siren age Lion cage meat life sacrifice, nothing left Tell me if it matters that I sing it wrong Another DJ yells "Lick the balls" Another Brooklyn kite delivered in his crooked paws I'd sooner wash my dick in acid than ask what you think I'll f** myself with a stun gun before ga**ing your team You patch me in and I'll dumb out with a channeled disease It s**s to be nothing, nobody struts when they're down on their knees This whole rackets for the bees, f** my life already f** the law, f** the sun, say goodnight already You f**ing spam-bots selling sh**, alright already We get it you getting that fetti, oh Jesus Christ already [Hook] And I can see them in my eyes when they're closed, I can feel them at night I can feel them plot a course through the sky, I believe in their flight Drones over Brooklyn Dr-Drones over Brooklyn [X8]