Mike East & Zak - Mad Scientists lyrics

Mike: MAD - SCIENTISTS - MAD - CHATTER Recorded in front of a live studio apartment Aborted and coming untied, new steamroller sergeant Bleeding it out like an Ebola carca**, behold the darkest white artist ever to part lips. Perfectin' every method and regimen, tendin' to effervescent specimins when they're ready for presentin'. Spreadin' the message: get with a weapon or get to steppin' Never question the melanin, we messin' with the elements We f**in' mad scientists, knuckle lab, flyin' fists Taking a sample of you, double-bag, tie and twist Back in a lab I'm an*lyzin' it, tryin' sh** Finish up and feed it to a three-headed lioness I'm making viruses, I'm a sick in the head chemist Smoking the Devil's lettuce, schizophrenic systemic menace Rellion, Zak and the Chatter are gonna make moves with relevant Earth-shattering scientific breakthroughs MAD - S-S-SCIENTISTS - MAD - ZAK IN THE PRACTICE Zak: A young man approaches and says "Sir, I must ask Why are you standing in the corner twirling your mustache?" I find the lights too bright and they could stand to dim, prefer the shadows for my shady shifty-eyed shenanigans Now move along, mind your business. Rude to make a fuss Nevermind, besides, you gonna find out soon enough When Zak and the Chatter blast the bats from the rafters Dastardly ba*tards in tatters can't repackage - just gasp at the masters Ha! I got no swag but I'm still mad dope I wanted to look the part so I went and I got myself a lab coat See a bit of steam, peering plumes of black smoke? Yeah, I guess I left your mind creaking, leaking, cracked and broke In test tubes and beakers I concoct, not check swoosh on sneakers but still I can leave you shocked Plans put in place, set in motion can't be stopped Behind this face there's a boatload of bombs still yet to be dropped Lids still to be popper off, this how we get our rocks off Chop saw, gangrenous limbs to be lopped off Singing my plans, so concede to my demands Appease my hungry fans, all while wringing my hands You can call me crazy. Heck, my mind's been lost, sure More loose screws than the neck of Frankenstein's Monster Mad scientist: A chosen title but deemed thus worthy I'm surely nothing if I'm not an evil genius