Sick of the week I hope you da freak on the weekends..
Sick of the week I hope you the freak on the weekends, Flick back, fuck that, eat mad demons and sleep Maybe lose your mind while you sleeping creeping, screamin' bout heathens The Mundane Mondays, kinda like the rest of the week sit around and wait for me to speak about dinosaur love and animals and aliens and voices in my head that scream
Like a motherfuckin' bird! Suffocate your children with the word; 'Player, watch out for mad kids tryna sneak a threeway, and watch out for the bad girls tryna do the same It's my madness, bad kids, fuckin' with the baddest
Let's cut through the clutter, big set faggots fuckin' with your butter, Eat when we speak, we're all kinda creepy, Fuckin' mad bass, eat lots of junk food and jump when we sing shit
Black matter fingerless, Desk job, superhuman scream shit; flickin' through your Rolodex, lookin' for a dream bitch, Weekday sucker fag, shudder with the love of that, trouble me with rubber guns and vampires suffer, mad planets Call me if you need a little bad shit, popping out your cupboard here's some booty with my bad flip, what?
I'm channeling the powers of the Megatron, better duck sucker, you'll be lucky if you're head is on Massive; epidemic zombies on my flash disk Hepatitus; trouble bubble fuckin' with the bad shit
'in a dream I'll speak, chubby wubby wub freaks lead the fat kids fuckin' with the blackness with fingers in 'em
and now I'm spitting on the break of dawn creaking with the freaks, don't speak and let the beat rock you in the teeth it's the beast fuckin' with the paranormal feast and the happy little demon babies struggling to breathe Fuck that shit! Suckin' on the nipples of a bad bitch soakin' in the universe of hyper-driven madd shit Starship trooper, your brains a lil' stupid and it takes a lil' while for you to catch up on the new shit Lyrics by P.H. Fat