Jack Cracker - Feel It lyrics

[Verse One] Ayo yuppies would feed on druffy To puppy's named Fluffy She's got a Body like Buffy and these are cruel intentions buddy Who's nutty as Almond Joy when it's all deployed? He'll try to have it covered up like priest molesting alter boys High off the noise, filtered fresh from impurities Heard to me, invertibly hanging overhead from the corner's of obscurity Collectively the complexity of a recipe this elaborate Has a destiny beyond being boxed up with Andrew Jackson's kitchen cabinet He'll pick the padding, habits kick like hacky sack Back with Jessica Rabbit, now it's lots of pepper for Roger and the Hossenfeffer Jack, keep my obliqueves cheesy like Swizz Colony Mr. Novelty I'm not, please accept this apology I'm Inn like Holiday, follow lean on the shoulders of giants All girls who put the 'bi' in ology please feel free to practice science Reside where the X and Y intersect for this symmetrical alliance Because it wasn't for this I'd probably be trying to sell you an electrical appliance [Hook] Feel it The words that be dancing on the ceiling I'm kneeling to the hand of the man dealing No healing The fast service on this slow weekend I'm bleeding from this spike nerve that they feeding [Verse Two] Shoot sped up atoms Of one element into another Until the nucleus is fused and a new element is discovered None other than the slight utter needed to piss discolored Kiss my lover goodbye, now I'm back to using rubbers While some press, but can't manage to move a word I flip type and run text into print like Johannes Gutenberg Please don't disturb the well written kitten turned tiger Spitting fire formulated fur balls, then zip my fly up Commonly refer to myself as an anomaly Oddly enough, most these MC's bother me like the voice of Gilbert Gottfried I don't give a f** Oh wait, I almost forgot I do Caught up in the momentum and the moment and lust for Thai food The tongue tied typhoon, tycoon End of story If rhymes are weight, I'd have more bars than the US Bullion Depository From the mind's quarry, explosive blast to loosen the flash back To be extracted, Jack the [?] of this rap auditory [Hook] [Verse Three] Well some have gotten fancy under the big top I stick to hip hop on the side selling soda pop and cotton candy You're a dandy without the lion Underneath the garage your band be practicing in There was a vacancy you should've kept your eye on Hung from the Belt Of Orion Neck broke from the first drop from a bullet As chicken wire that left some feathers flying In a major way like theme parks on Labor Day More blunts and a full front as the background slowly fades to grey I came to play, aim to please, heated from the Chardonnay Caught with antifreeze drinking game so they take the cards away Go to parties with more barrels than road construction I'm the finishing touch on touch ups after post production First to retire with the most concussions Heard it over the wire without needing to listen in on closed discussions Had to step out cause it was freezing inside Don't need to be fed grapes by a headcase looking for a reason to whine/wine Season the rhyme Lines, leaving ya high See and decide for yourself, you couldn't ketchup/catch up with Heinz [Hook]