Training Season - Beetlejuice lyrics

[Verse 1: King Caexar] Flow memento son, throw momentum gun Tougher than retrospection session with Sammy Jenkin son Rougher than tobacco teeth Indeed keep a rotten mouth and swollen tongue We ready meet so let Armageddon come Skull cramped like damp c*nt at the time of the month Built to meet demands so hands stick out like Keloid lumps Juiced to glands like weightlifter when steroid pump Eventually succumbs, born sinner so satan trumps Samsara calms Asian monks Stigmata on the palms of Jehovah nuns Life runs phenomena that's ample like Bukkake cum Drunk Apache some, sake rum The mind and body one, waving that emblem Its hard to picture like motion in photo album Spitting anthem that the slums and grotto sanction Deluxe touring sanctums, exploring abyss like prison rapist wrecking convicted rectums, professed sadist Carve victims with grave weapons Moving with the type of hunger that Starve victims in ghetto slums, gluttony hunts Dickens left pockets picked but not for bread crumbs A moral twist the Pharaoh tricked and then some At-least mention, Albert streaming from the next dimension With these quadruple meaning metaphorical puns Abusing blunts so the brain numbs on these suburban chumps i'm leaving caps dunce Raps with more nuts than jock straps full of scrotum's The demon with enough semen For delighted females with blighted ovum's, sighted omens inukshuk's and totems, actually spin nun-chucks at ronins Deluxe sol shine flux at Romans, if push comes to shove then i'm down to scrum, swinging swords and spiked bunts Leaving cuts deeper than hibernaculum of desert runts (this game is harder than) circumcision with blades blunt precision of magnums, don't even shoot blanks with cap-guns viewer discretion, sh** is gut wrenching Like c-section on petite madams, unique talents Walks the thin like circus freak stunts with speed and balance Encounter the jealousy of vulgar scum Yo they full of the bullsh** like Pamplona runs My heart beat longer than Sapporo drums So hopefully i'm worth the sum when Tomorrow comes up like vomit and regurgitated chunks From bulimic punks who weigh as much as hamburger buns [Outro: Fat Albert] Ah sh**...sh**....