Vanderslice - Gas Chamber lyrics

[Sample] During the second World War, an Australian naval vessel managed to send one last desperate message to the outside world before ship and crew disappeared forever A terrifying message of only two words: "Flying Dutchman" [Intro: Lex Starwind] The Flying motherf**ing Dutchmen Vanderslice, Jon Murdock, Lex Starwind, yo [Verse 1: Lex Starwind] Bozos, bum MCs and a**holes Wanna park free, send 'em to jail, don't pa** go Flow hot, jalapeño mean, Tabasco Storm blocks, El Niño scene for cash blow Lex Starwind breathes through tropical storm now Nympho freak beats, poppin' a four pound Barber on fleek street, choppin' your door down George Jung, tongue uncut with the raw sound [Verse 2: Jon Murdock] You could catch me at a party, yo, spittin' sick audio f**ing b**hes in the back, exercise cardio You never saw me though, b**hes sippin' Cosmos All work at Costco, s** me with they eyes closed Indeed, if you want, you could call me for weed Call me for anything you need, sell more speed that Keanu Reeves Jon Murdock, PCP and the gravity bong I could tell you that you nice, but that'd be wrong [Verse 3: Lex Starwind] Through strange days to dark days, I blaze with the lyrical Take aim and part fades, deranged individual Same sh** that injure you, the same sh** could k** ya Real recognize real, I better look familiar Beat break, body cast, shattered and bruised Bet against L Star? Bet the f*ggot'll lose Listen Vanderslice surgical incision, steady hands Underground chief rocker, lord of the rings, fam [Verse 4: Jon Murdock] MC, Jon Murdock, FD Chain snatch a rapper status off his neck and flee Come to your show with it on, remember me? Keep your new sh** tucked low, it better be Dutchmen soarin', neo-knocking, duck the warrant f**ed with law and Peter [?], the guns enormous Einhorn and Finkle, Finkle and Einhorn Laces out, soccer style, kick it when the rhymes on [Interlude: Jim Carrey] I'm looking for Ray Finkle What do you know about Ray Finkle? Soccer style kicker, graduated from Collier High June 1976 Stetson University's Honor Graduate Cla** of 1980 Holds two NCAA Division I records One for most points in a season, one for distance Former nickname "the Mule" The first and only pro athlete to ever come out of Collier County And one hell of a model American [Verse 5: Lex Starwind] Sing a sad song, sour and deep We'll roll when Jakes on a stroll, steady pounding the beat And you bear hugging blocks when you out on the street Ain't no slackin' on your rappin', keep them actions discrete sh**, Rick the Model Martel, arrogance in your face Back pocket wallet raped, a**ault and batter your safe When your doors kicked quick, tripped up carrying weight On the bus with white ratch, right back, right in they face [Verse 6: Jon Murdock] Right in they faces, pumpin' the gauges, Dutchmen and Dation Still they both ill, for real, f**in' amazin' Get my Wang Chung on, buggin', clubbin' with Asians Your RuPaul squad could never f** with the flavors Kanye b**h bad but bald like Sigourney Weaver He got auto-tune corny fever with a horny diva f** around, gun blast, leak forty liters Buck the pound, run fast, teeter for your speakers [Verse 7: Lex Starwind] Tommy gun fun, Connie Chung news reportin' Lohan program, Olsen twins snortin' sh**, note hit harder than Rocky boxin' Eighty mills of that Heath Ledger Oxycontin Hit like Piston Honda, VTEC, my piston's Honda While out drunk and pissed in Hondas Vanderslice chop Benihana's, flip hibachi Snitch n***as singing on mics, Liberace [Verse 8: Jon Murdock] Jon Hefner, rhyme diesel like Brock Lesnar Smoking jacket, hold the ratchet, s**ed in the Cessna Your flows are average, choke a f*ggot, slumped on a stretcher Coke's a habit, smoke my pack and struck with the heckler Emo, wacker than Shaq with a free throw Wacker than Mr. Bentley dancing with CeeLo Hip-Hop in flip-flops, I laugh at you people Cats dying, lyrical strength is straight lethal [Outro: Brian Doyle-Murray & Clancy Brown] Mwahahahahaha! It's the real Flying Dutchman You bet your lilly-white livers I'm the Flying Dutchman And I'll let ya in on a little secret; I'm going to steal your soul