Bad Touch - Conjeeled lyrics

"Brain of a black cat, heart of an eel, grind them together until they congeal..." Yo what up? Back out being social. Bad Touch, Deck. Progresso back in Brooklyn, the Tiki Village. Check this out This is the inspire serial k**er's handbook album, my solo I scatter bodies across fresh water lake shores like rowboats I should of named this CD Evidence I'm so close to detaching from this planet's theater production and whole show Hillside strangler Boston style choke-hold when I spit nobody cares I could be like I k** people and you won't know Welcome to the 80's again so I can blow coke Eskimo froze like I've been living inside of a shook snow globe Sketchy cat, fondler, steal from your house like The Borrowers Brunette with gla**es, follow her 27 and still scarf tabs In front of a mirror on fast forward watching my face melt like Darkman "Feet of a black cat...." "But was it harder for weasel?" "You're all fat all full, an eel an eel!" "I'm not fat!" Pick out victims from a parked van My eyes light up like garage lamps I'm back in it to beef with emcees and hard fans Run up on veterans snatching military armed vans '78 baby, the Renaissance return with hearts plans f** rap a**ociates, would've had cats promote my sh** If I didn't come late to shows coked up on opiates Peace to Brooklyn for conventions with Soviets "Now pour in a vial of hemlock and ale and top it all off with a black piggy's tail "Brain of a black cat, heart of an eel, grind them together until they congeal..." "You bet it is! It does my heart good to see a handsome lad enjoy my cooking."