MF DOOM - Lack the Lad lyrics

[Verse 1] Why you doing dabs Or taken drag That reminds me As a child i was a brat I had a tattoo on my a** They like the laugh I could jump it's ok leave me in the back I wanna stop feeling so numb Penicillin feel good Filled up the dood now I'm the new villain Sealed in a hit I'm a heathen Civilized looking all from the outside My fat lips kissing her neck slow She love that sh** and she told me so She keep me tied up with a la**o At times she make me feel bad like an a**hole Or the devil on her shoulder Blades trying to k** her halo I remember when I was there she couldn't say no Wanting to do me how could I say no Gave her my heart but she wanted my soul Can't believe how many conversations I kept up with her Over coffee and cigarettes, a beer and cigarettes f** Now all I want is a cigarette just to remind me of her instance b**h don't k** my vibe When i'm barely alive I feel like dying inside Sky is falling and you keep calling I can't deal with this sh** right now [Hook] Jimmy isn't best on his back He finds it hard when he can't relax He keeps running for head back Yes, jimmy isn't the best on his back Jenny isn't best on her back She keeps heading for going back She finds it hard when she can't relax Jenny isn't best on her back Would you like that x 15 Would you like thaaaaaaat [Verse 2] Give me the mic cause it's all to the next But nothing in this life is guaranteed like s** And I would like to f** you now I never would shun you or dug you Like so many others would I'm packing up everything I own I don't own anything I'll leave it all behind me You should hear the news outside manoose? Doing what I choose that's what I was born to do And hindsight, high life feel like a low life Got nothing to lose I got to improve Gotta make due didn't pay my dues I didn't even pay my debts Find me on the back of your milk Carton cause I'm a missing child That's why I live a mild climate I won't stop till I climax but I keep holding it back I'm a low life professor never could I confess A readers digest My reasons: Well I had to do what I do So what they put me in a box of robots And botox clorox hydroxy cotton tube socks I go off I give off a lot of semen I be the scene Awkward, Last word, Hers was a son of a shotgun Sirens arrive, keep quiet, f** that