Idiot Savant-Chords

歌手 : Chords

专辑 : The Garden Around The Mansion

语种 : 英语

时长 : 03:58

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TXT Idiot Savant-Chords 文本歌词

Idiot Savant - Chords

I got a catscan that proves

I′m half-animal half-man

Puttin' the squeeze on rap bands

Like a lap-dance at fat camp

You seen Chords where's he at man

I'm probably at your local capstand

Smoking the afghan

Who always gets the last laugh Me

See your demo went from

Your hand to my hand

Straight to the trash can

Physically human but a ghost at heart

See I've been off the wall like stolen art

Before Napoleon Bonapart

Before Joan of Arc was burnt to a crisp

Before Noah's Arc departed

I was the first to enlist it sucka

The mark of the beast might swerve your way

When I run up

Armed to the teeth like Kurt Cobain

And turn the henhouse

You call a crew into Cordon Bleu

Put a match to my a** fart at you

Start a barbecue

In a bar or two I'll

End the verse with a cliffhanger

Guess who rolled up on you

Not full of sh*t like Biff Tannen

It goes Who I

When I walk inside a room since

I got caught riding a broom

On the dark side of the moon

It goes Who I

And suddenly they forfeit

Cause Chords hit their

Chest with a flying horse kick

It goes Who I

When Chords rolls through in a Yugo

Poppin bottles of Pruno

It goes Who I

Ooh Aah

Rappers can't hang

If they could they'd be swinging off my balls

'Cause I got body blows

That turn your entourage to kosmonauts

For no apparent reason

I strap on a pair of cleats

And open up a bagfull of severe beatings

You know me the guy

Who talks with his spit glands

And spends his weekends

Moonwalking on quicksand

Who stormed your crib

Called it home

Forcing you to pledge allegiance

With a cobblestone to your collarbone

Chords

Don't give a f**k if I live or die

So go ahead and kill me

Sh*t I be back by dinnertime

This ain't the little leagues

I won't stop 'til I got a thousand Billy Jeans

From Italy to the Phillipines

'Cause it's instilled in me

To spit raps that

Leave a disaster path like the aftermath

Of stampeding wilderbeast

So don't be fooled playa

You're only on top of the game

'cause I knocked you out by the pool table

It goes Who I

When I walk inside a room since

I got caught riding a broom

On the dark side of the moon

It goes Who I

And suddenly they forfeit

Cause Chords hit their

Chest with a flying horse kick

It goes Who I

When Chords rolls through in a Yugo

Poppin bottles of Pruno

It goes Who I

Ooh Aah

Some people wonder why

Under my mummified

Husk I'm numb inside

In a deep sleep waiting to come alive

And leave you knee-deep in the water of Sh*t's Creek

Pip-squeeks scatter

When I stroll with Cujo on Mean Street

We can go to war with crowbars

Shoot-out like Lone Star

Either way your next stop is the bone yard

That ain't a comet it's just Chords in his cars

Smoking cigars behind the

Steering wheel orbiting Mars

Born grown not even a fetus at birth

This ain't just rap asshole

This is genius at work

This is the type of sh*t you frame

Put it on your wall

And twenty years later claim

”I knew Chords back in the day”

No you didn't Admit it I was only at your house

'Cause your sister's fine

And guess who wanted to hit it

C to the H-O

R-D-S

F**k tagging it on walls

I leave it scarred in flesh

It goes Who I

When I walk inside a room since

I got caught riding a broom

On the dark side of the moon

It goes Who I

And suddenly they forfeit

Cause Chords hit their

Chest with a flying horse kick

It goes Who I

When Chords rolls through in a Yugo

Poppin bottles of Pruno

It goes Who I

Ooh Aah