Fat Possum Records - Oh Hail No lyrics

[Verse 1: El-P] Ever notice when you talk I just cut myself? On some ultimate f** you, go f** yourself Like that was so heartfelt, you really touched yourself I loved the part where you cried, I liked nothing else Who me? Every breath is a criminal, critical breach Bloody guns, speech, beat minimalisimo Make you spin like you sniffing that god particle That purple cloak of the dusk, an odd article Originator decay, caterwaul brand, dawn treader rising Hollow man bop, gliding Shuffle through the tides of slime smiling Could be the high or just mind control dying f** it throw me on the problem pile I'm a grin from the garbage, stained parchment Peeking out of my blinds in the apartment Waiting for that "Hark hear that archangel calling?" [Hook] Pocket full of air plus nothing to wear I've been told I was put here to fail But never ask me to hail Never ask me to hail I'm strapped in shaved head in an electric chair With a grin going out with a flair But never ask me to hail Never ask me to hail [Verse 2: Mr. Mutherf**in' eXquire] Jesus turned water to wine, I turn liquor to ur-ine Sex with one who*e is deplorable I need four at a time Maybe i'm lost in the grind, haunted by all I desire Forcibly caused to be normal, bonded and tossed in the fire Cross hairs of corporate design, cogs that all move in align- Meant to be something other than this but I think I forgot Shyamalan twist in the plot, camelot sword from the rock No I won't piss in your pot, life put that bishop in pac Visceral, villianous, vindictated by venomous vibes Vicious, concealing, my mental illness by willing a smile Endless, intentions to climb, uphill and piss in the sky (Brooklyn is up in this motherf**er so s** on our) co*k [Hook] *Beat Switch* [Verse 3: Danny Brown] Check! The natural magician, these rappers' nutrition I'm sh**ting on their writtens while I'm pissing on their freestyles My patterns are argyle, your's more checker board My lecture is Lecter, your texture is pocket protector With techniques I tech up your sector Inspector Gadget with the ratchet b**h won a beauty pageant, bought her a** a rabbit But not a furry bunny b**h I'm all about these moneys Ah! Tummy empty and I'm dazed when sunny So I had to sell crack cause I ain't wanna be bummy Granny gave me couple dollars while she played gin and rummy Off that Mobb Deep sh** had me saying dunny Done. This n***a here is not a dummy Look at all that he has done, you n***as feeling crummy Gummy bear you running where? It's like a fat b**h running a hundred stairs I'm Ric Flair, with thick hair Yelling out "Woo!" getting head in the director's chair