Reklews - What Is Gonzo Lyricism? (ft Monster Under The Bed) lyrics

Verse 1 [Lee Scott]: My sh** mix is; one eighth of Grant's The rest; concoctions Of liquids from bottles With hazardous stickers n safety caps Not your average deadbeat Recitin' from a pad that's empty Dr. Scott Drunk drivin' on an acid frenzy sh** is real Penguin divin' through the window shield Of a moving pig mobile Lost an hour on a minute meal Crack a canned solvent In court I'll claim these ancient human torture devices are to catch rodents I'll drink what ever that tramp's holdin' Speech irrational f** a vegan, I'm a comfort eatin' cannibal Munchin' sleepin' capsules for afters Factually a ba*tard Only ever happy when I'm stranglin' my captives Cla** a d** later, just drunk for now f** it pull the mushrooms out Refusin' to breathe Breath corrodin' through my flesh n bones as I'm chewin my sleeve Got a bride with several concubines on the side Verse 2 [Monster]: Acapulco shirt Fisherman hat Kit bag in the boot and a Singapore Sling in my hand Walkin' drowsy From the North to Southeast Mescaline high Menacing vibrations all around me Positive outlook My bag's half full I don't treat my spliff like it's pa** da damn parcel doe Monster I'll give ya crib tha home improvement Usin' every room in the house for growin' buddha In Show and prove I'm the illest Vicious Act suspicious Smash cliques into sandwich fillers Put a gun to my head Take aim and shoot I'll place my hand through the exit wound And wave brain at you Ravin' lunatic Major screws made me loose I'm quick to break a truce Trippin' drinkin' grapefruit juice In denial n have to face the truth I can't wash away my sins with this cold bottle of 80 proof Hook: What is gonzo lyricism? It's what you fink it isn't I get drunk like "what's that sh** I'm drinkin?" x2 Verse 3 [Monster]: Get off the woman tip Drink some beer, rent a pair The lights are on but the man upstairs is never here Incoherent rap style Ya weed'll do the disappearin' act while You're sittin' near this damned child First sip of Emerge, sumfin' was up Scott turns in a worry I felt sumfin' numbin' in my body I do stoopid sh** Act a fool And smoke weed yess I keep three baggies full And do pack a tool A green dotty hammer and Swing like Babe Ruth At people I don't have anything to say to I'm not impolite And don't hate you coz you're whack Face the fact, you're sh** at life. *oogh* It's damnednation mann I'll ram raid a jamm Take ya girl n have her running' bank statement scams "who's the man?" You don't know who I am. *b**h* The names the M.O., I go cold turkey and raise a hell-hole Verse 4 [Lee Scott]: Desperately searchin' for a bird Preferably virgin p**nstar potty-mouth With the dress sense of an urchin I warned you, don't pa** a beer to him Then beat you stupid If you take advice from a mere human Refusin', to pay the price Give me sh** for free The type you hate to like While I Like to hate on anyone that isn't me Piledrive and sleeper hold the mediocre Brain hits the floor when I'm leanin' over Never too drunk Hands quickly abandon their crates Get your best efforts chewed up and then spat in your face Don't ask me H.B. Woodrose for the whole famly Skunk spliffs for all Hit it raw Choke, gladly Need the Morphine drip to score Stop the boozin' *never* Abusive Hock Tu on any hand offered to him Pa**ed the point of no return and beyond Heads aren't worthy of the platter dishes I'm servin' em on Hook: What is gonzo lyricism? It's what you fink it isn't I get drunk like what's that sh** I'm drinkin? x2