Spex - Words from Oslo pt. II
SPEX - Moving with a shorter fuse than suicide bombers
Here to wreck your youth like eastern juvenile mobsters
And Amsterdam youngsters more innocent than Amistad monsters
Moving the crowd at your local handicapped stand-up contest
Reppin' sins and syndromes, jinxs and pit bulls
Here to rep and drop more bars than homo-feens in prisons
Without the penis inserts, leaving you in a open posture
'Cause you need to cum up with something new like Monroe upskirts
Blockbuster, lyrical heavyweight leaving rappers in smithereens
So I cock back, like gettin' head from bitches in guillotines
Fuck hoodlums and bookworms, dropping freestyles like Killa Priest
While you wouldn't be straight out the hood being a nigger in Queens
I'm leaving kids with open mentals and zippering vital fluids
In more pieces than splintered frozen metal
to prove that the Axe-effect™ don't apply to you bitch!
'Caaaause...
I'm heaven on earth like hollowed cardboard box’s and flashlights
In between the rugged maglites and bagpipes in a supposed paradise
Paralysed, analysing answers from pamper-rappers and has-beens
Travelling to Aspen to rap with my Schwarzenegger accent
I'm that fake thug wigger you can't hate on, a punto freak
Who'll prolly grow up to do more coke than computergeeks
MOTHERFUCKER!!!
pt. I
norman bates behemot
bubba fett alfred bello
arthur's detour azazello
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