P. Soul - Rogue Rats lyrics

[Intro: Sample] "I will always be your better riddance You alone cannot hope to defeat..." [Verse 1] Parental discretion, this show's not for questioning Let your kids get lit, get hit with chest medicine Set deafening, unsettling the endocrine Collective grin forming as he morph into a gremlin Strep leper tempering, half a step from entering his d**h bed Affliction self-inflicted for deception of the nephilim His diction compels him to fill ditches Order angelfish dishes up in hell's kitchen Slug a mic until the plug get defective And even then still rip electrical aesthetics Dialectic biochemic with the cryogenic weaponry Hallucinogenic energy directed at the less-in-need Release your green, he'll out-rap you in a reverie Distract you with a credit fee for emceeing your elegy Many myth breeder, a**ess him with a Celtic meter The secret origin has always been the pelvic region Blood rushes to the cheek when all admit defeat Sole message sent for next year: expect a redder season Beg for reason, there's a lesion in his gene cohesion Oh he beez a heathen but it's only if you need the beating Please if you do smoke the cap'n cold rogue, don't chaperone No, he sat alone in the catacomb bent Demolition man, today's mission: rent-a-pen I need y'all help: smell the wreck then tell a friend Lungs warm, this morning is a fine a** Fry up all the dry gra**, still get a high pa** This is the moment that been paid for and waited on You and you and you and you, fail all the high cla** Make some noise, from west side to Bed-Stuy Best guy to score up the soundtrack to end times Get a dub sac for the nut committing pen crimes Thriving off the ink supply bolstering his enzymes Ladder climber, the mad hatter rat rhymer Sudden d**h cage match, hack you like a cheddar grinder The raw few sons you all with a moonsault, ooh New looney tune boon dock crew We know that y'all the cancer of your own rap benefit Nice like the medics if a crack epidemic hit Mister Tom Solar, ingrain it in your helmet kid Right on the shell of it, dent it with this element Twitpic a nitwit nitpicking sh** hits Imitator DJ, he play only for the picnic Blunderbuss the big wigs with the click rigs Dusty wonderf**s under-bussed us, k** the switch sh**... [Outro: Sample] "Your plan to destroy them has failed master... failed." "You'll need a headquarters too." "Yes, and I say it should be at the bottom of an ocean." "We'll hide under the ice, in the polar cap." "Your brain must be frozen Captain Cold; the jungle is the only logical place."