Renonyx - How_Do I Get Off This Planet lyrics

Verse 1: My venom spits, rips random eardrums like superman, plus I outfox by travelling light My structures a cord and a mic restrained to a boombox I reflux through oxygen Freeze up your teardrops Than detox your pyrogen My origin eclipse slips back to '86 To circumflex my first manokinetics I flip this, rappers are discrepancy like sweaty armpits On a man without arms, f** this Writing liquid lyrics and than punching Myself in the mouth gives more competition than battling you I go far beyond residue When I practiced in my room my mom always said who You talking too? She send me to the physiatrist I'm the protagonist, slap the egotist on his gla** eye I asks why idiots graze like pelicans, but lack the grace To amaze I got 2 rappers in a duffel bag and 1 in a suitcase I take you back to your an*l phase Chorus: How Do I Get Off This Planet Now Verse 2: I've been been grizzly – hibernating for some years Now replug me - My careers resurrects like Pam Griers All fears I drive through 'em like vehicles of empathy I fill up a reservoir Monitor you monkeys getting commercially It's the eight-legged microphonenable Web-slinging spidermanaclez With the inflatable genitals, non-typical text propeller I co*k nostrils, digest Adam's apples then I caterpillar Beats like Cedric Miller My wordplay similar to chess-play of Bobby Fischer I masher all frivolous syllables like squares in inches I pleasure to annoy like a dick s** from a midget with brazes I slap rap phrases rapidly, rap blazes, rap greatest capacity Ties up like shoelaces till infinity I translated ill word-transports Constantly transmuted like databoards Mind-bugs to mic-plugs to nine-slugs Like Marc Ecko, my rhino rocks Fills you up like bu*t-plugs You be dogs, than fetch You attach platinum plaques with the ideas your penis stretch That's why you see half like an eyepatch So perhaps I need to stitch your lips Multiply myself in a lot - to battle like Neo battles all Agents smiths, worship my spits I'm a spaceship that rips a vortex, I stretch up Stour up Europe, you flow is watered down like syrup I tear up complex I might be grown up but I still ride a BMX Chorus: How Do I Get Off This Planet Now