Thelonious Martin - Penichillin' lyrics

[Bird Soup] Guess who's throat is feelin' villainous Spittin' blood and sinner sh** For up to twenty minutes With my sinuses' sick drip And these sentences is sillyness Chillin' penicillinist Dosin' it willy nillyist Fits and cigarettes My friends is goin' ghillie esque And I'm gettin' pissed off a slick twelve pack of Guinesses Whiskey dickinest Distillin' sanskrit sans ridiculous; I'll smack ya brain with some Ayn Rand civil sh** Off the same type rhyme spree Walking out in the street Shoutin', "Where's my hype, G?" Where's the Hodgey? Where's that Mellow? Where's those OF Wolf Gang type fellows? Ah, f** it pa** the bourbon Swervin' in suburbia, urban, you haven't heard That Bird Soup's starvin' and I'm ripe to start carvin' 'em Up like I'm Malcolm and krelboyne smart Kanarban 'em Callin' role call with a lack of attendance cause I told you're mom I'd be prompt like a Brokaw sentence sh**, she rode the Cronkite train We bonked all night, and Roker forecast rain Nailed it, like I thought I screwed the pooch But she's a real nice lady, she even bought me hooch Gucci Gucci, Louis Louis, Hong Kong Phooey Like who knew what he liked like Huey Lewis and the noobies Goofy stupid but bring the wit with tension Drop a reference like Dresden and you're Vonnegut mentioned Maybe he do it for the kudos Or maybe you understand him like you understand Tuco