Cannibal Ox - Metal Gear lyrics

[Vast Aire] Take these two cats, dipped down in metal gear And words from their faces echo "that's metal", swears Starving, but happy, bombers of stealth Who never cried on yellow brick roads until they found themselves --and since then, my platoon of ten men Refrain from speaking, because to them that's sin I grew up in an iron galaxy Where everyday is like You smell smoke, but fire you don't see My soul is a precious metal that I wrap around me Like Mario, 64 to be precise I know soldiers of fortune don't like to gamble But inadvertently they roll the dice When that knight in shining armour ran off with Guinevere I was there to threaten the downfall of Camelot's tar pot Now I'm here to play connect the dots with your face That's cannibal ox The truth cuts, like space ghost Wheels of steel principles, but with a - Ruler smack to the knuckles in addition If you try to steal my principles, (that's the principle) If you're stainless, act as if I care In due time imperfection with tarnish your silver ware Enter the litter box, where some cats mold their toes Not knowing who's going to be the next de-comp-osing host Over the all mighty cheese Even though its got holes in it Like the souls of murderers and thieves And the harm do back to you Is a mechanic karma, fuelled by the hunger That shall consume you all You should have fell off the earth when you thought it was flat Last time I recall Cannibal ox is the next catch-22 Divided that by two elevenths Too individuals [Vordul Mega] Cannibal ox [Vast Aire] Cannibals lock [Vordul Mega] Cannibals shot [Vast Aire] Leaving those tangible knots [Vordul Mega] Cannibal o [Vast Aire] Handle you slow [Vordul Mega] Cannibal pro [Vast Aire] With animal flows [Both] What, metal gear n***as! [Vordul Mega] Who the hell's meddling? Vordul float on track, metal wing Concocting thought channel Turn on microphone attachment panel Cannibal lexicon reverb, verbal meat eater Toasting, mine similar, to loaded nine heater Mental block hand co*king jammed Glock Technological defect FEEDER Lefty clutching, automatic amazing pen Might touch savage tragedy bleeder Right hand torn off, sawn off shotty Body of vordul, inhaling explosive shell seeker Such hanibal vets k**er canine holds technology Not toasted against the shell ghost Bear hugged in nine layers of mechanical flesh I swear cuddle gun luck is swung, trouble lung Dodge and runs, locked in My flesh helmet The best felt it when I wrote it Broken bow and arrow sparrow Flown on paper collided with dirty wasp flutter Please forgive me for licking you with the organic box cutter Pretty mechanic cannibal ox stutter, on DAT My arms swing on tracks like Jesus frozen in gold If hollows swallowed his heavy medallion whole Slow, mechanical sling blade runners Futuristically built ghettos brothers palm metal Gina Gershwin, gunners, what the f** lazer burners Held in the small digits of children inside a city of lost midgets Blood on the cloaks of broken winged pigeons Spitting metal's with ox's under their tongue Article, done, swinging particle sun Gem from the jugular stem, pendulum, mechanical I apologize for spilling anime to Godzilla Pissed off metallic mandible jaw bone pillage [Vast Aire] (Practice what you preach So you don't forfeit the scrimmage) [Vordul Mega] Slowly we settle into famine While metal cannon's handled in the five digitals Of apathetically ma**aged psyche, shell holded While flesh wounded in hell criticals I'm too mothaf**ing ill, cannibal ox Mechanical shots will spill It's war against all of you Stepping into my dimension Did I mention I have to let my team of flotation device Nice emcees, digitally remaster themselves and re -materialised the essence He'll become flotation, here's a quotation I'm holding nations, I'm slowly awaiting Closing faces with my cannibal ox cutter knowledge Thats razor blade thought caught In-between my spleen built in Now lets start the revolution We're shooting, stop that knowledge I'm dropping, what is known as my urbanite Anti college liffin' Realise that I'm only living through the eyes of a pigeon