Terminal Knowledge - Engelbert Humperdinck lyrics

[Term K]: They said describe my rivals with a single word -- underling Whatchu think, I can't see you swing from your puppet strings? A couple drinks in me, glazed eyes We stay fly like a lesbian seagull -- Engelbert Humperdinck Leave my signature in blood between your brow and your hairline Fist bump and bounce to the square, ride out On top of sh**, y'all imcompetent "Lean wit it, Rock wit it"? Please put a sock in it Grease in the palms with a finsky, I'm awfully skimpy Spit in my food, dawg, I tip cheap Keep your cold, we be leaving speakers blown When we creeping on what we creeping on A chorus gone Bombs Over Baghdad, pbblt! Oh baloney I support the cause #JosephKony No sh**, one time for the Wolf's Head Scroll and Key's skull and bones, cronies with no cojones Hold the phone! It's the thorn in your side Scorned and despised by the Lord in the skies I'm a stoner and a hippy who's known for getting lippy Popeye want the spinach, hold the chicken crispy You know what, lemme get the chicken crispy And a Mr. Pibb, use the swizzle stick to mix the whiskey I'm pretty tipsy; it's time to face an audience f** slurred words, Term'll chase 'em out this b**h Take a bow, get hit with tomatoes A sight unseen atheist lighting trees and spinning dreidels Break-fast, what a mashugana putz Tried to walk a straight path but couldn't adjust The lobotomized philosopher sodomizing commoners I'm a fountian of knowledge, watch the geyser burst Germ-free, Term sure to warsh up And get his hands dirty when he's thirsty for more blood They say I mumble, dumb luck -- staying humble Until the day come, these mo'f**as pay him double I take an odd job and do a shotty So who gon' stop me? Not The Mod Squad or the Illuminati We mean business, no cheap gimmicks Just flea-ridden sleaze, steez in the beat kitchen Free written spit, y'all stem and seed picking We sit and cheif piff 'til we ski lifted, b**h Braggadocio, I f**ing rock Do you plan to vote for Anti-Social or Uncle Tom? I'm so handsome, sh**, that's what my mommy says Cro-Magnon, sh**, that's f**ing obvious Cause I growl and fling poo with my hands Draw the Vitruvian Man with loose leaf and crayon Hot as a pot of pea soup Done shot the breeze with Dr. Michio Kaku on top of the Machu Picchu It's hard to hear you; rappers sound like R2D2 f** nodding to the beat, I gotta stop and regroup Oh you wrote a blog? Can't rely on that If you're born a dog, you can't just die a cat Read the Riot Act, teary eyes and a pale face I'm chopping gangster rails on the periodic table I gotta be stopped... psh, probably not Order a round of shots and a wobbly pop I'm 'bout to drop It's so eeeeeaaaaasy Beach Squad, coming out with a DRO EP f**ing s** a dick and stuff, dawg