Christ Flow

[Verse 1] You suckers settle like sediment Sentimental to ketamine Rent a pedalo get em in Then I’ll let it go gentlemen Fletcher in the Sketchers Etch A Sketching chicks up on Letterman Send a medal and cheque, it’s signed by an Ellen with pen in hand I’ll fashion a bow, fashion to go Flashing her globes at my show My passion is smashing, irrational, casual ** I pray my Clay be smashing the moulds You can’t see us, or be us Cassius pass us the dro, ok I Sit by the exit on my flight I got two X’s on my eyes Sit by my exes on my flight, woah That floral dress be looking nice The chorus best be hooking right I think I’m best at cooking rice So bring the sides whoa [Chorus] A fucking Christ Flow It don’t mean much But it’s sounding tight though Like a cyclone With a bright glow It don’t mean much But it’s sounding tight though [Verse 2] You better than this No I ain’t I’m a loser Wait I'm a truther and the proof is In the fucking cake Crash into a beauty pageant Man I’ll win that shit Accolades and ladies Been there done that Bin that shit Never seen a movie Better than the Iron Giant That shit had me crying All night hiding under duvets sighing Man some times I feel like I’m the Iron Giant flying Into nuclear warheads My jaw clenched Alyx my belt, Orion Gravity defying Monty Python Life of Brian 1963 rendition of Jason and the Argonauts Passing up on all support on tour My daughter calls from Baltimore Shit ain’t have a daughter But I do have apple cores of course [Chorus] A fucking Christ Flow It don’t mean much But it’s sounding tight though Like a cyclone With a bright glow It don’t mean much But it’s sounding tight though [Verse 3] So if to perch means to purchase When I say I’m ‘perchin like a bird’ I don’t mean chirping, slurping worms No I be murdering Hermés Béarnaise on my steak Honey, can I stay? ‘Get away you primate I got a boyfriend, what, you a blind ape?’ I will, kick him down four flights Have him falling for a fortnight Take a tour guide to the morgue and the man say ‘Damn this goblin’s corpsem light’ I sit back and crack attack a pack of Snack a Jacks and Coors Lite She a maestro with the lights low ‘Come on baby, where’d your tights go?’ [Chorus] A fucking Christ Flow It don’t mean much But it’s sounding tight though Like a cyclone With a bright glow It don’t mean much But it’s sounding tight though