Leeroy Sackhair - New Millennium Gods lyrics

[Verse 1: Local-K] Open wide b**h, here's the thermometer Scale reading hotter than savannah monitors Born cold blooded, god damn she's lethal Up on a pedestal, no one as her equal She's such a h**n, comes with a needle She'll never die, Lennon and the Beatles Never fake nor fraud, no sequel Shall I remind you this life is more than a read through b**h we're red hot, can't stop I feel the fire Quit it you can't spit it, preaching to the choir We came to party, my whole tribe adorn formal attire Excuse the noise, that's my ego getting higher Normal who? I missed the memo Too many late nights feeling like Leno Cop a one way ticket to Manhattan like 'Melo They say my aura mellow yellow, a collected fellow f** an 808, someone play a cello Seduce the vixen in six inch stilettos Address a lord by his name, know he rock several A hip hop general, my blood pumps decibels [Hook(x2): Local-K] This a stick up, now point me to the register We're here to rob you from all of those that molesting ya' The industry full of soul s**ing predators Land of the free, imposter miss America [Verse 2: Sanity] Soul s**ing we all suffer f** authority they want to cuff us When we just want to smoke something I could live forever not knowing nothing Ducking for cover, in case of the end of the world This is a stick up Give me your attention, why the f** would you listen? Because I've got a little weapon that you don't want to f** with This my mind word to knowledge, cut your head like a collar If you mad that's a problem, but the problem isn't the problem if the logic don't confess Welcome to forever I let myself in Why need dollars if you need cents Why lie to us if you could vent Why talk money if you ain't got a check Money, greed, s**, the evil three Dealings that loot ya', break the sutra and eventually use ya' fuse ya' like Potara Earrings This the final flash, I'm on the clouds telling ya'll that you can't pa** [Bridge: Local-K] New Millennium Gods you gon' feel out wrath Cross our path forever bound to face what's under the mask Your future's in our hands, we created your past New Millennium Gods better fear our wrath [Hook(x2)]