The Alchemist - Chemical Warfare lyrics

You are now listening to the sounds of...Shady and...Alchemist..Alchemist..Alchemist... Got an axe in the duffel bag, couple of f*gs, Stuffed in the backseat, muzzled n gagged, Wrapped in bubble wrap, two lesbians ahh, Couple hustler mags, now grab the pez dispenser, Fill it up to the max, with muscle relaxers, The governor of Alaska, She lusts when I ask her, To shove my polaski sausage up in her a** huh, While we hover over Nebraska, Shooting at the f**ing buffalo pasture, In the helicopter, man I can't f** her no faster, She's screaming grab my titties, shady s** on those ba*tards, But I ain't no s**er, I won't snuggle up with her after, I'm a gigolo, But Ya'll look like the juggalo rapper, Everyday man I just seem to get a little bit doper, sh**, Back down, Man I'd rather lick on a scrotum, And eat the f**ing octa Mom's p**y lips with some okra, While I watch Whoopi Goldberg, Sizzle with Oprah, While bossy p**y farts and takes a piss on the sofa, Getting home and play dick swords with the Jonas...Brothers, Your mother f**ing mothers are roamers, Like no other, I keep thinking of her smothered in soma's... Its chemical warfare, Drop bombs like sadam, I'm bringing the drama, Like Barrack Obama, Playing rock em' sock em' robots with the Octo Mama, I'm vato loco, homie I'll co*k those llamas,