Loco
My style is loco
Yoko Ono manic vocal
I'm not your uncle, I'm anty-social
Postal, danger to the world I've gone global
Schizophrenic menace, put myself in a chokehold
Ho-ho, yeah bro I'm tasty like a Rolo
Spiritual being, yes I'm holy like a Polo
Yes bro, you could put this song as your ringtone
Lord of the ring-ring, you could be Frodo
Gimli
I'm a take this rhythm man and smoke it like a chimney
I'm a punk rocker sucker, no I'm not an indie kiddy with a Bindi
Yes I will be in the shed, taking my meds
I slice up beats like a knife through bread
When I go bowling I use decapitated heads
I lose brains in the lanes so they call me Miss-a-lane-eous
I'm the type of kid that makes cotton wool dangerous
I'm trying hard not to lose my mind, whoa
I see stars when I close my eyes, whoa
I try to keep this beast inside, whoa
But I'm close to the edge and I might lose my head
So I guess you better hide
My style is manic
Close to the edge volcanic
I watched so much scar face I think I'm Hispanic
Okay!
Don't make me get loco on you essay!
Putos! I bust a cap! Watch me get messy!
Mentos and Coke I'm about to explode
I'm so open minded that my eyes can't close
Doctor! Doctor! Give me some smiles
A twenty pack of Valium, numb for a while
Flow like the Nile
Evil crocodile
I've got the local zoo saved on speed dial
Funky!
I spent a bit of time with the monkeys
I gave one a Valium, now he's a junkie
Humpty Dumpty, he fell down
All the king's horses were stumped somehow
Hmm of course all the horses were stumped
Horses don't even have opposable thumbs
I'm trying hard not to lose my mind, whoa
I see stars when I close my eyes, whoa
I try to keep this beast inside, whoa
But I'm close to the edge and I might lose my head
So I guess you better Hyde
My teeth start juttering, I'm stuttering, buttering words like flora
Edible, spreadable style, glow like aurora
Northern light, ignite the night tonight, excite the mic right like a viper bite
It's just my venom, it's Ren and my lucky numbers 7
I don't follow fashion so I'm wearing double denim
Mel Gibson crazy - my minds a lethal weapon
Got kicked out the fruit store for grabbing a girl's melons
Said get em with a baseball bat type force or a harpoon
I'm knocking you for six when I hit with a beat, with a bang, with a boom
I'm a fly right out this room, I'm a take off to the moon
I'm a rip when I spit when I bite my lip and I'm sick when I bust a move like yes sir!
I'm a take this microphone and make some acappella
Music for your ear drums it's vocal architecture
Stacking up like bricks yes I'm stacking up the texture
I bring the vibes right into the sector
I'm trying hard not to lose my mind, whoa
I see stars when I close my eyes, whoa
I try to keep this beast inside, whoa
But I'm close to the edge and I might lose my head
So I guess you better hide
