Watkin Tudor Jones - Memoirs of a Clone lyrics

Open your mouth, stick out your tongue and go ahh The powers that be, know me as Mr Jones Just another genetically engineered clone But on the streets I'm known as Metaff Drock, your microchip cold man, gimme the cash And I feel obliged to part with some of my stash I move through the city on my hover-board, slanging cities I get a call on my neurocom, "yo, who´s this?" "What-up Jo, 10 minutes, your place, lets do this!" It's your i keep it I hope that I know yours is fine But the kid's better drunk and half doped this time When i arrive, shes waiting outside She bows and says "Please come inside" I kick back on her sofa as she serves me green tea, on her knees And shes like "dance please" The drunk Jones, have had it up to here with your sh** Everytime i come around, you're on this freebe tip You're gonna catch a fat lip, down goes my zip There goes my stress, as Joe does what Joe does best But drock it Joe, this is the last time. Pull her head, bless her with some liquid sunshine And she carried on real nice.. Yeah, know what I'm saying? Open your mouth, stick out your tongue and go ahh Just as I'm about to get my head blown off The pig detector on my Neurocom goes off Drock, it's a set up, Joe lifts her head up I bust her in the grill then get up Pull up my pants, override her door lock And check quickly insert a prototype frequency jammer That I haven't tried yet Outside 20 skyhogs, set the night alight Ready to blow up the spot like dynamite I got the thunder stick in each hand, ready to blast 'em But this invisible man moves right past 'em, drocking clicks Seems like I'm gonna have to pay a visit to the witch Open your mouth, stick out your tongue and go ahh Yo, this old bald guy in a white rob Sitting on top of a building, scopes out the street down below His attention rests upon this chick in a red Chinese dress As he awaits the upcoming task She walks next to this cat in a grey suit It's the year 2022 5 B-boys blend in with the air Wearing thermal-optic camouflauge gear draw near She turns into an ally to let them believe they got them cornered Tells the guy to stay back, and steps forward With graceful ease she draws signs in the air Directed toward her enemies And the 5 B-boys all drop to their knees With their hands around their throats, and begin to squeeze As they stare at the chick with frantic disbelief The old bald guy, falls from the sky Like a leaf, she detects him Releases her force beneath the flagship A hundred windows shatter, as he comes flying at her In a blinding flash, they clash As the gla** rains down 6 bodies lie motionless apon the ground She raises her hands and they burst into flames Mr Jones and his body guard exit the frame.. Open your mouth, stick out your tongue and go ahh They track me down to find out what the drock's going on The name is Mr Jones baby, and right now I'm gone