Sabbath Faster - K-the-I???, Busdriver

Any level we’re sure to make it

Plenty devils left my brain waves vacant

Take your time

Make your mind

I couldn’t find a better replacement

Rather corrupted the intellect

Finally noticed you have no respect

What did you expect?

Not to neglect

The rhythm hasn’t got there yet

But I bet since reducing gravity

We distorted those fighter jets

Minor threats

Look at the architect through the eyes of prophet before I forget

Next next crossover moves

More more less confused

Truly amazed and amused

Which way to go

Now choose

Gotta get it going going gone

Reversed now sing this song

Killer thriller Micheal Jackson move

Lionel Richie Dancing On The Ceiling all night long

I got vices older than dead foreskin

Ice sculptures of sex organs

Oxygen rich blood

But my sticky love is joy divisable by

Behold the LA gym membership epidural

Peppermint swirl on this letter-dip mural

«Are you an actor?»

Well I usually get paid to die

And to inflame the naked eye

In-demand aphid pie against the painted sky

Yes me and K-The-I???

The label scouts' killjoys

Staple mouth with kite-flyers etiquette and a quill poise

«Looking for still love»

Not roving peril

And candelabras with smoking barrels

I’m poking airholes in the breaded crust and sweetened coating

You’re under the impression that my mind’s dipped in codeine

Because it’s choppy and screwy and vampirical

My body is woozy

My glands are spherical

«But it’s all good

I’m happy as shit

Sucking on this here battery tit»

They will beautify the pork plumbing with their boob jobs

Turning the cheap whores and Igors to Jude Laws

My contentment is not under these glued gauze

But under your oohs and ahs