Jack Jetson - Mushroom Clouds lyrics

[Verse 1: Jack Jetson] Night vision optic binoculars Geronimo Jetson Cotch with the octopus Johnny Strange had to stop with the doctor stuff Dodgy operations, patients chopped with the bodies cup "What the f**" Brains in the microwave [?] remains in the fire place Climbing stairs up the spiral case The surgeon with a sharp scalpel to slice your face Skeletons hanging from the ceiling Empty cupboards so you know my family ain't eating Jamming in the evening Zoot fluffy like I wrapped it in a sheep skin Strapped it in a green slim, pa**ed it to the phantom of my demon He lit it like a lantern then he breathed in Look towards the window as he puffed out Good shout, Geronimo Strange about to jump out [Verse 2: Dirty Dike] Coming like I'm Sally Gunnell's [?], I'll stop And ain't a man I trust enough to tuck it You love it! I saw a man digging through the rubbish I took him to the pub for lunch to listen and discuss it He said, "My life's a mess, I'm feeling like I'm quite depressed, plus my wife's leaving me and even trying to fight my friends" "She's gonna take the kids, I hate the b**h she takes the piss, I'll cellotape her face to the fridge and f**ing break her ribs" Wait, wait wait I said "Mate I could relate to this, I used to date a chick who had me acting like a plagiarist" "And everyday she mentioned David, Liz and their relationship, stare at me for ages and telling me how great it is" Don't stab her yet, nah You earned her dad's respect, yeah Well let's grab an ounce of crack and rap the alphabet Sick plan, got the brain ticking like a big hand Six grams into it I'm tripping in this wig wam [Verse 3: Jack Jetson] Chill FM Still left them Little weed, bottom of the garden like Bill & Ben Small harvest, little shed Trim a hedge, skydive, skyscrape his mirrors edge Paper stack, played with jack's scissors, shred Bill a head in a phone box, Bill & Ted Stitch my head back together with a pin and thread The living dead, undercover like a hidden fed Eyes glisten red, J Strange Havn't slept for 8 days still slyed up in your sister's bed Mr. red straight psycho like Mr. blonde My raps cast magic tricks like a wizard's wand Still surviving in the lizard's pond Came to k** it with a licence like Jimmy Bond Rappers collapsing like dominos stack When I attack, jump off the map Geronimo Jack