KutMasta Kurt - Technical Difficulties lyrics

[Whoolio E Glacias Dialogue] Chewbacca's not here I'mma do it for your circumcised n***as don't realize my format is a palm spectrum To damage any rectum This is the real dinosaur funk which permitted G-Funk To play an*lly through the trunk a digital master Was given to Sam Cooke and Jimmy Castor Kurt Cobain was here but Doc Oc' has novacaine Theoretically keepin puppies and the pedigree Small fetus brought Santa Claus to greet us Rappers know I'm equipped with Clorox And chemicals that'll burn off your lip Intestines investments hide money in your stomach Who can stop Pepto Bismol? Only a Gremlin eatin in Larry Parker like Gizmo As Dr. Octagonecologyst girls open legs for beer kegs French toast and herbs were covered with giant eggs Livin small, people unequal challenge my thoughts No station or radio will understand The perfect enzyme is me with your brain in my other hand s** my oil, yo Whoolio tell em [More Whoolio dialogue] MP4, six spacecraft in the mix, kissin Mary J. Blige On Earth was quite normal As Dr. Octagon, walkin through a polygon My first impression was to give patients a lesson Who's the best to put me to the test I'll battle Ultramagnetic, my own self as well Two mirrors in the clear, I'm floating deep in the atmosphere Through Los Angeles heights I'll damage Hollywood lights Woman know my s** computer condoms humpin on Ampex My number 2-7-5-49-69 disconnected My first black robot Space connected while you listen to Keith Sweat (meow) Your brain is caught up in a net Two million thousand three billion wack records in the solar The system's out of reach, n***as try to preach Why you tryin to act fly walkin up Venice Beach? Zapp, like Roger, my funk is powerful then Troutman Seven years ago like California was tooken from Mexico Who knows this magnum five can't scope this A&R's will go crazy tryin to find someone to duplicate Dr. Octagon Yo chief administrator, s** my oil "We are experiencing technical difficulties Please stand by" [Whoolio Dialogue] Auto four six seven five four three Equals, the levels, of nobody in this trauma World of unconciousness Blackness and power, coming down through the urinalysis Leaving hands with callouses Right power