El-P - Train Buffer lyrics

[Hook] Who stole the uprock, who stole the paint? Who stole the cypher slayers, who buffed the train? Who stole the mixtapes, who stole the fame? Who stole the cypher slayers, who buffed the train? [Verse 1] Barnacle on the hull of show business Vote for auto dead horse battery Murder perfect world Gerber Baby ecosystem Army green eyes with ColecoVision bash casually While punks jump up and jeopardize my head banger reality (ah) Godzilla jook Red five minus the whiny Wookiee Gobble gromits with a jaw that swivels backwards off the hinges Molla**es [?] on plastic fabric with a cause That riddles ba*tard coughs with ribbons Nerve-wracker that pivots As a dysfunctional dancer in the dark My smart bomb mechanism ticks adjacent to the broke city Art yester-vision I'm mister God Bless the Mission who rose to expose your tarot And stop the ball club kids on ?stoner? (How about a little fire scarecrow) But brainiac dumb-dumb, bust the duck hunter I let the f**in' dogs out and they're breeding in big numbers It sorta' irks citizen exes and vexes check collectors Hexed by the flex of a messy pegasus Remarkable but unmarketable Leg'go my treasure chest It's empty, but I use it to cradle my true confessions list Confession one: Aesop was raised to the Colonel Kurtz daycare center For disgruntled youths where it's brilliant to flee the sheep flock You're a little teapot homie please don't feed the pigeons They're tryin' to spread their peaco*k feathers And bleed through the system This goes out to plainclothes prophets Free for the wisdom Who swore they'd never spend a night and sleep in the pigpen Touch the prickly outer shell of reptilian Minimal nighttime Z-catcher 20,000 league mapper, and um Me and my primitive friends drag our knuckles And find your upright bipedal walking ugly (I'll be in the back evolving from a monkey) Thanks to y'all that came to school with paint stains on your fingertips And brought a little life to those Long Island railroad city trips Please, remember I can build you my friend And if I'm not happy, I'll break you the f** down and build you again [Hook] [Verse 2] I drag my alligator belly to the brake light (Hi) And drag my alligator belly back to bed until I die You've got a metal skull with wires through your heart and a dead air surplus (Ludicrous) Like Labor Days bootleggers on some support the movement sh** My practice: life inside a pitch black magic pack of rat brackets That's tragic ?Bout to head back? to out for a pack of rat ba*tards That's an earthworm mentality, flag captured Peaceful: telling me that ?Aes speaks? proudly On a soulful with an idle motor They say decrepit Is where I'm at Sinful like a brain full of bottle rockets Not a model, not a prophet (nope) not ?undone? Got a f**load of missions here want 'em You can tell your man they came to you in a daydream And I won't rally back, alley cat (Pa**ion) One tall gla** (action) Taller gla** for the (aspirin) Balderdash (backspin) Back track, back in effect, back in the clutch Sittin' on this old '98 BFA collecting dust Slack-jawed, smiling like a hacksaw, that's raw Spit master conspirator feeder for critics to s** You're off track betting on a one-trick pony With pony express delivery delay effect, funny No, that's not funny City yard slaughtered ugly With pins needles and duck-walks busted Sitting at the movies with a large bucket of Xanax Extra bu*ter and a spring water Kamikaze Zaxxons Flight simulator major Street pilot directly through the iris f** it, freak the fader on some fly sh** [Hook] X2