Cyanide and Silicone - Mono lyrics

[Verse 1: Brian] It's the greasy motherf**er who comes back now! I'd slaughter my mother if my brother didn't stop me I'd beat his a** at Minecraft for a snack of mac and cheese I would have never known how hungry a kid could Be, until I was starved and beaten with poison ivy I feel the music running through my fingertips And mom works two jobs that pays in tips I need to learn to enjoy the rest of my teen years The doctor explores my brain once every leap year What a relief dear, I thought that I was dead in Dirt until I could smell fear coming from f*g ears I mean, I'm not gay, but if you want dear We can have tea and crumpets washed down with near beer [Verse 2: Dale] I'm Dale, I'm back, ready to attack with my axe That I use to slice kids in slacks In school I was a slacker that lacked plaques The plaque on my teeth is rotting on a two night slap I'm retro, raging bones in all hoes, separating the Boy in all of my hormones Speaking of teen years, I'm 17 in all years I listen to nu-metal and I'm fierce! I'm fierce! I'm pretty insane, the gum on my dura mater Is my only membrane f**er and Dale, versus evil, I'm evil as Eviline And the devil Knievel [Verse 3: Brian] Some call me B-Ri, some call me tard This image in my head tells me I'm gonna go far Farther than the fastest kid running a track meet I'm a vegitable in both ways but I really like Dark meat Contradiction Brian is back in the house I'm puking as I'm looking up a fat lady's blouse You hear that piano riff? My fingers are intact Even though it's computer made, ain't that a fact! Mono in my voice, yeah, mono is regular Regularly I swear I'm the regulator Regulations, oh your pulling my leg I stare up at the sky thinking like is so plain [Verse 4: Dale] I'm the stone that the builder refused I am a body building weight in use Tribute the abuse In the studio acting studious, as the beat goes It drops like a bag of rocks! I get pissed rolling down ramps too fast I can't stop. I choose 'Dapper Dan' over 'Fop' Fapping as fast my hands will go I'm curious whether or not that I should know Brian knows what is best for me I'm posing like Moses one hand on my knee Please scream in my ear as loud as you can I heard police sirens so I ditched it and ran [Verse 5: Brian] One trident on my hand I'm handy like Manny Man, I'm so grand that I'm grand like granny Spit art like Mozart, Beethoven's 5th Beethoven's 5th sip of vodka, pull over and piss The listeners as in you want to know what this sh** was about We're just a couple of mental kids from the south We're lonely and only if you could hear Oh wait I'm drunk off of five real good near beers So if you see me on the street you better run Cause I'm a mental kid with imaginations So big, so fun I wish that this outro wasn't so sad, but it's Probably because I grew up without a dad Dad if you hear me, it's me Brian I'll respond to B-rian, I know that you're trying We're Brain and Dale, brought back in the heads Of a couple of kids who are so good that they're dead