Mandarines

Lyrics

[Chorus] You rappers are out of order, so I think I oughta Blow you out the water like submarines You'll understand if you listen to the lyrics that I'm spittin' Why my shit keeps hittin' like tambourines And there will be no excuses, to deny the truth is We've got more juices than mandarines Tangerines, and apples put together Down for whatever, it's the band of your dreams [Bridge] Fingers, fingers Fingers, fingers Fingers, fingers Fingers [Verse 1] I will inform thee of the story as recorded so far I'm a walking talking social faux paux, yo I got no mobile phone and no car But I'm a psycho on the mic though, just like yo yo ma' Is on violins, I'm siamese twins But I'm crammed inside a man with normal limbs Goddamn, I'm singin' hymns like "La de da de dada" And I'm still slammin' when I'm jammin' on a guitar So hand me a cigar, and light the sucker up Suck my dick or kiss my arse, either way, pucker up 'Cause I get the party started and I reunite the parted Where as you would clear the room like somebody just farted Topics are retarded but I keep it light hearted And take it to the plain that remains uncharted I got the know how, so follow me now If ya dare I'm taking you where wallabies, cows and echidnas live It's part of the trip, I'm not shittin' ya kids Of all you clowns, wanna be down I'm doing the rounds for dollars and pounds You'll be hollerin out ya collagen mouths "Damn, we're not in Hollywood now!" [Chorus] You rappers are out of order, so I think I oughta Blow you out the water like submarines You'll understand if you listen to the lyrics that I'm spittin' Why my shit keeps hittin' like tambourines And there will be no excuses, to deny the truth is We've got more juices than mandarines Tangerines, and apples put together Down for whatever, it's the band of your dreams [Bridge] Fingers, fingers Fingers, fingers Fingers, fingers Fingers [Verse 2] Pick a style, any style, and I bet I show ya how to rock it Light up ya face like ya cock was in a power socket And I just shocked it with 240 volts of raw Electricity and now ya boltin' for the door Didn't mean to leave ya sore, I'm just hardcore rehearsin' And well I mean well, hell, I mean I'm well versed man In the art of kickin it in public Don't even start off what you've written, it will suck dick Well I can tell from here, what I'm smellin is fear So let me spell it out (Don't yell in my ear!) I'm right here and you're talking shit anyway And we'll burn yas' to be Ernest like Hemmingway You say I'm hard to swallow but I'm here to teach a lesson If ya bite my style I'm a give you indigestion So let me interject with a suggestion Want some respect? Use your intellect and speak with introspection [Instrumental Break] [Chorus] You rappers are out of order, so I think I oughta Blow you out the water like submarines You'll understand if you listen to the lyrics that I'm spittin' Why my shit keeps hittin' like tambourines And there will be no excuses, to deny the truth is We've got more juices than mandarines Tangerines, and apples put together Down for whatever, it's the band of your dreams