Spaz Out

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Spaz Out by Army Of The Pharaohs

Spaz Out Lyrics

"That Thessalonian you're fighting, he's the biggest
Man I've ever seen. I wouldn't want to fight him."
"That's why no one will remember your name."

We the poisonous boys in the hood, poised to deploy and destroy
Alien barbarians raging on roids
We the '89 Raiders, Bo Jackson in your radius
The 8th Wonder space hunter, godless and atheist
Decepticon cannibals eating metal and chemicals
A robotic vampire, fangs sinking into wires
Rally in the alley, smoke pouring from the tires
To burn my kingdom, you must use nuclear weapons
White kids started studying lessons
But with devils in the mental, can't see our reflections
Cut my way out the womb, homemade C-section
"Man, you fucked up!" What would give you that impression?

I'm known for rushing in, tuck your chin, knuckle friends, suck it in
Touch your kin, puncture skin, stuck up in the muck again
I'm bucking 'til they duck up in they motherfucking truck again
Then I'm running up on them, every witness that wasn't them
I fuck up your teeth like Jeep fronts
Vegan caterers, niggas never handled beef once
Tofu the soulful, the vocal choke you
Now you can't feel me, you're not supposed to
I'm close to the edge of the mezzanine, mentally
Steadily ready to stab like the riff on the melody
Tell 'em be different, I'm felony ripping
Melons be dripping, sip a while, melody gripping
And sniffing your body for lifting the shotty, the vision of Gotti
Live in his property, visual sodomy, prison lobotomy
The wrong people in your head now
Jail dudes stand off the king like a head count

I'm an animal activist, dog, I'm far from a hunter
So Sarah Palin be the only cougar I put a gun to
What type of spell am I under, you wanna beef? Take a number
I wonder why these younger rappers won't acknowledge their blunders
I got unquenchable hunger, my stomach rumbles like thunder
A real Jedi, kid, you a toy, Yoda like Tundra
You a scene out the movie 8 Mile, studio plunger
Run to the litter, spit a quitter bullshitter
I'm the definition of driven, the
Prisonism arisen with visions of demolition
Efficient through ammunition, I'm wishing
Cannibalism was a family tradition
I eradicate your groups over Gladiator loops, listen

You think you can beat me with ether?
When I'm cooking something fresh and y'all reheating pizza
The inner TEC make you move like doo-wop dancers
I'm slicker, bust a flicker, then I moonwalk backwards
You gon' see clouds, but, no, it ain't the DreamWorks intro
Fire and brimstone in each verse tenfold
You thought I was ill? I'm ten googolplexes times that
My raps are phone calls from hell, so star sixty-nine that
You an actual queer, we put a rapper in a
Bungee sling, dunny, we catapulting careers
The world's most dangerous MC and I'm him
C dot Titled, I'm liable to be a problem
Your album sells like clothes at a nudist club
It's the dude you love that had that line about the Krueger glove
So feel the hurricane force when I murder my main course
It's main source, barbecue flame sauce

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From the album: The Unholy Terror (Crown Jewel Edition)