The Nang
El P
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Pass me the, pass me the tiger piss
I tunnel ran into the hidden habitats of Kollor's dark inferno
No turning path back
Charlie attacked the half man, have orders to burn the village
And get out with both hands intact
I'm not a mechanism born from the stain, I had to be trained
Now I cat call with dead walkers
I'll send a postcard from Da Nang
If I can get onto the roof in time to
Hang from the leg of this last chopper
Sun up in the weeds, burn up and turn to grow in the road
Rotating blood colors on brick textures
And others modify and climb to make nasty tongue plunge
Head shots where opposite of chameleon blends with carnal dreadnoughts
There is a crack side, a side where wide and technical attraction
To go with my mark bodies before I had a chance to take my life back
Did the broad dance to surprise me where I'm at
At the recruiter's office still learning
How to get ahead in advertising
He said, "Sure, others have passed us, it's the gate to definition
But that's not the singular attraction to the setup
Not the action of the sacrifice of path draftees
Actually more of a layaway ducats plan
For young get up and go out motivators"
See, the new soldiers smolder different
From the antiquated taste of stately hatred
But I came from melting options on a D train to the lobby
See academics play second all my life, no matriculated brain hobbies
Tide modded dedication in ranks, plus more for training
The cost is not a big problem, it's all about what I'll be gaining
(What you'll get?) Power, respect, an audience, a check
Or a car, money for school
Honey with uniform fetish on your tool
Travel, fought bond to be part of something, have a structure
Catch bullets, catch bullets, I meant catch bonus
See this go plat, you could own it after killing half a million
It's such a good feeling to earn your country's respect and love
So what do you say, sonny? You wanna man? Fucking sign me up
Rock rock b-boy, rock rock man
Da Nang, Da Nang, Da Nang, Da Nang
Rock rock b-boy, rock rock man
Da Nang, Da Nang, Da Nang, Da Nang
Rock rock b-boy, rock rock man
Da Nang, Da Nang, Da Nang, Da Nang
Rock rock b-boy, rock rock man
Da Nang, Da Nang, Da Nang, Da Nang
I'm not a mechanism born from the stain, I had to be trained
Now I cat call with dead walkers
I'll send a postcard from Da Nang
If I can get onto the roof in time to
Hang from the leg of this last chopper
(Chopper, chopper, chopper, chopper
Chopper, chopper, chopper, chopper)
And now my friend, to the front
The bush, the shoot
Yo, El, man (Yes sir)
Stop talking to them hoes, man, we gotta get on stage, man (Yes sir)
It's the last show of the tour, man (So I'm ready for duty)
I'm saying, man, niggas is tired of this country, man
It's been a long time coming
But I really wanna go home (Me too)
And I'm happy to do this shit
Coming out bloody (Coming out bloody)
Bring it
Emerson Lake Palmer, AKA Dirty Larva Spray Harder
What a marvelous martyr maker
Fifty gig Toh-Hoh-Oh dusty digital maker
Melting me slow this round
Technical retardation sound round one
Sound the hardest, heartless, heartless harvest
Farthest Fahrenheit allotted, hot shit
Hopped up to ship me, ship ship sickly
Monster, ancient makeshift industry mic on
Nervous slurp on teleprompter
Sights on, laser head looks like a linguist
Fighter lights flurry down round like a ratchet
Allied force stranded, stranded like a lord of the bugs
And disbanded, better bring a Band-Aid
Hustle shit, fantasy cunt talk
Erotic logic, walk out of boxes
Dead thug hug slug metal like molding
De-evolved thug crawl back in the ocean
Up your racial choke on broke potion
Broken, most potent to float, flanking faxes
Hand to punch, black jacket, jack of all trade
Embargo, faded like '88 Kane fashion
I'm back like Packers
Margaloid melody trap backwards, broken into fragments
The turpentine flows that broke down biblical tablets
Broken down, handicapped casting attraction
Rep a sick death, leave a chest convex with no F
Six steps to infect the weights, container misery
Fat thighs chafing in summer from humidity
Human, unhuman, braised in blue tulips
Caught between animal thoughts, who wants to talk about Confucius?
B-boy lucid, ugly motherfucker for faces of art addicts
Just for my people, persecute, blasphemous, dangerous at a close range
Ghost range, close for the race broke frames for the celebrity ropes
Most celebrity aspirations get tossed in the moat
With a mackerel, actual track catapult
Corpses act animate
Walk around the backyard, munching on brain cabinets
Sad but erratic, irregular predator with bad brain magic
Magic as a Siegfried and Roy with voice special
Breaking back the top if you were bruising
Border leaking iPod box and hot cruiser, straight bruiser
Chamelle coats of bullets to choke
Is the most you could hold, it's only to get half choked
That's half a joke, adamant, AWOL to the last atom
Active axe handler, handle hurt merchandise flirt
With a nerve word device devised, form pertinent ties
Tied to word commando kid wise, show me those New York eyes
Isolation eats at the face of phrase biters
Bite bleak void, small world big noise
Swallow my void, wallowing toys
Hollow metal sun penetrated, junk demonstrated
Fucking fake face, I hate it