Spex - Fuck it 'Someone please call 911' Spex just entered the room A man in vanity here to kick some sense in this fool So I plead insanity to leave your identity loose Hanging by the thread of life in a panicing room 'Cause I've figured out, you're the type to buy coke per mail order Go deaf from the shit and try to read lips from a tape'corder And come to think about it, you're the type to pick your wife from a list Jerk the jizzak on her body and lick the cum off her tits While I'm running her deep, exceedin' her consciousness Gagging her mouth with my cock and blast open her bottleneck Put a gun to your head and cock the trigger gentle To leave your inner mentals more peaceful than splintered metal And watch my pockets stack up with gold and crack rock Rollin' stolen laptops, Nyfors (HAHA!) the busslines last stop Where product's stacked up, home of unholstered magnum Fuck rappin'! I'M THE MOTHERFUCKING PUNCHLINE OF HIPHOP! Fucks gone rancid from puff and pass it? Fuck, I've had it Like trance-kids gone rampaged all crunked up on acid I'm stuck up at laughing from all you stuck ups and avarage bitches that couldn't manage this shit with muscles of amex 'So kiss me, I'm shitfaced' pressing words down your bitchface Only to take 'em back.. RIPPIN' 'EM OUT OF YOUR RIBCAGE!! Keep spittin' till I can't piss straight, go join the dickrace And leave it with a blistered dick and mouth full of liquids Try'na gain my level is like catchin' catapultes to asteroids Little faggot boy, could prolly suck the seeds out a cantaloupe SO! Even if I applied all my expertise and all of my complexities Half Whoa wouldn't understand me And the other half still couldn't get the best of me fuck being illest... Sincerely yours ...