Megaton B-Boy 2000

[Intro: El-P]

One, two

Yo

[Verse 1: El-P]

I drop a bucket of sexy intellect piss mongoloid

Survive driven heated millenial text mostly

Closer to chemical icon warchest

Shipwrecked incredible hybrid malform mechanism

And let the sycophants eat the jism

Stuck between butt-naked pre-military draft

Schizophonetic we're all gonna burn deer hunter sentiment

Infomercial commodity Mason-approved killer cortizone method dialect from infected rhyme tenement

Most motherfuckers just civily suck a burrito from a shit box anyway

Step up to little Johnny thus survive mega-retarded

Animals from plastic bubble-dome sulfur oxide

A Hanley hospital escapee

If you haven't been raped lately

Goddamn I shit on it

After the acidic high colonic epoxy

We dreams dirty words like drones to the hell-out pervs

From the automated needles fed bedlam catatonic tirades

To the sucker bitch lymph nodes corroding

I don't laugh

Emasculated remainders have died ambiguously gay

Siegfried and Roy intern class mean death jokes

They bring 'em to the fucking gimp festival

Conformity's for the castrati court formula art

Yo, fuck the afterthoughts where they start

[Verse 2: El-P]

Check it out

The children get their gift from the don't-give-em-shit tree

The worlds too delineated from a bitch-force community

My shit in a uncommunicible silent snuff film images work consistently

Dumb shit conniption El-P activate

Megaton B-Boy battle sucker bitch remedial flaccid bone piece metal track catalyst

Dust at the scrimmages

Flavor collectible faggot MC cop-em' out of miniature

Flame shot

Vocal from a tip dog episode sub-local robot bipartisan codpiece programmable shang knee elbow

The latter half of the century hard-rockin'

Sounds retarded, doesn't it?

I could say eat a dick cookie to turn my back on you

Casually comfortable with seven minutes of refreshing relax into missionary positionin'

Cap the metal clause and a life glistening

Who'll rob Chris for controlled substance for sustenance quota?

Cavity creep incorporated savagery lesson funk motto

Pushing (???) aroma

Ingested like the flesh of Christ extra nice sacrament matter device

Tested and approved loose and forefinger bell-ringer

Never say the same shit twice

Period!

[Verse 3: El-P]

I am the

Lord of the fly-by

Shit designer Tesla and Einstein hybrid

Bored of the monotonous crime skits and pseudo keep it real independent fine print

You're fuckin' with a hot climate

I approach as a man with mechanical mandibles

Extended in a come scrap with a digital linguist position

Faded out from the fact that a skull piece and a prom of display from the feminine drum kit's affliction

Man, listen

Actual fact is my brain bubble that's soaked in the millenial paranoid

Cloak of misty eye just maimed another bitchy quadrapeligic metaphor fairy

With math ten and a halftime scary

I'm riding out soul fishing cloud-killing field fodder

Fucked in the brainstem cadet of proletarian hemmorage modern steam

The sick is in the Pol-Pottery

Who kept the deco shards of the recipients to the snot box bombardment barrage

For what it's worth the part is the human compartment of psycho arson collage