Lyrics

[Verse 1: Orifice Vulgatron] Call me Dracula, ragged rap vernacular mantis man To the manhandle, backhand slap chaps to [?] Tends to make decisions when he sits with pen rebel When the ink descends metal with the sixth sense fill it, [?] gang It's the fine gang walker with the rhymes like [?] The swine light talker time-walk prime-reporter Poor guys always tryin' to board the flying saucer Try to get with the program even more times than Warner I grip the mic, kill it like the killer sniffing kryptonite Equipped to fight, my diction is quite addictive like a crystal pipe It's the guy who like to stay sedated, the no bling, slow king, stone slinging eights Step inside the squatters just make sure you close the gate 'Cause all I really wanted was some new [?] and some cake mix Oh, and the matrix and don't forget the greatest The last thing you wanna do is make the old mistake, yes [Interlude: Metropolis] Copy state lab coat AI programmer Sloppy brain math Strange guy, slow manner [Verse 2: Metropolis] [?] kills [?] love blacks, straight filler love Slack limbed hash-smoke and [?], scrap note Heavy breath whisperer Biotech android, the black market canisters, Japanese operator The rough trade meccano, megalomaniac Brain-jack medical, spine tap physical Standing in the corner with a scrapbook of (?) Words in the verse, nurse please pass the scalpel [Interlude] Sci- scientist Astro Sci- scientist [Verse: Metropolis] Another random work venture from the roadside flow guys Scrap heat rapfest kicked off at sunrise Sideboard, the mic cord dangling, the light scrawled type 4, [?] abdomen Automated vagrant nanotech fibre-optics Still lost in this hellhole metropolis Plain white virus but they don't breathe via us so we seize fires to retire us Ash to ashes interstellar mathematics galactic rap spit battle tactics The fat spittin' track [?] villain Relaxed chillin' sippin' that liquor from the tap The axe swinging ratchet hand gladiator Fine bitch you're cold hear the bomb stone activator [Interlude] Sci- scientist Astro Sci- scientist [Verse 3: Orifice Vulgatron] It's the crossroad coal worker old murkin' [?] The pole jerk gold search gold herding soul searcher Who's imposition go the distance like a paper boy The coy face soy taste boy that always breaks the toys People never really said hello when he was in the place That's probably why he always makes decisions with that twisted face Off to where he kept the teddy in it in the pistol brace Only time he flinched was when he thought he couldn't win the race Man, it's just another lame cliche And no one ain't leaving till they break for the [?] Thinks he's funny, I'll knuckle-dust bombaclaat punk and his honey [Interlude: Metropolis] Ugly mark shark with a grit scarred visage Who spit hard to make a slack rapper turn mirage [Verse: Metropolis] Camelback backpacker dressed in the drab man A black bandana thief sand dune snake catcher The tech [?] bluetooth developer Death via download subtext messenger [Outro] Sci- scientist Astro Sci- scientist Astro Sci- scientist