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