lirik lagu the palmer squares – spooky language
[intro: uh huh, the little rascals]
actually, i’ve always had a rather extensive vocabulary, not to mention, a phenomenal grasp of grammar, and a superlative command of syntax
spooky languauge
produced by nate kiz
palmer squares…you know what it is
[verse 1: ac-mental]
we take it back to gl-ss bottles
in the c0ke machine
every time i take a breath
i’m converting oxygen to propylene
in the bathroom, door locked with a decoder ring
i pop a dozen dopamine
and wash em down with ovaltine
its thaumaturgy when i drop a verse
stalker lurking in the yard with binoculars
and i ain’t watching birds
not a person that could stop me
when i get the urge to dodge a car
full of officers and dart with your momma’s purse
i’m not normal, but isn’t normal just a question
of what you’re most often exposed to?
in that case normal’s zoloft and a cold brew
finna doze off in a closed coffin
yo i told you i’m an opprobrious miscreant
dopey and ignorant
throwing a hissy fit
but n0body gives a sh-t
cold as a witch’s t-t
cold as a mr. pibb
cold as the shoulder one looks over to pistol whip
getting lit we sniff blow cut with a pixie stick
coronas and whiskey
i go from sober to tipsy quick
ac-mental studies notes on arithmetic
a pro at linguistics i can vocally split ya wig
yo we cause the global climate to rise
while most stay blind to the lies, i keep my eye on the prize
like cyclops lookin hard at ty cobb’s rookie card
high tops hoodie and my ipod fully charged
[hook]
that’s what i’m talking about
(spooky language)
i’m running off at the mouth
(spooky language)
the gum flapping
tongue lashing crackas
wrapping a dutch yappin’
spooky language!
[verse 2: terminal knowldege]
allow me to speak next loud as a t-rex
h-ll’s bells i’m a hound-dog with three heads surrounded by demons
breathing heavily, i could never be beaten
sing the sweetest melody, call me the heavenly heathen
[ac-mental]
you can find my name farthest up the roster
cause the parlance i be droppin’ hot enough to strip the varnish off a locker
we harness all the power imaginable to tower
an amateur flow impostor starring opposite madeleine stowe
[term-k]
when my vernacular bursts i leave the trash at the curbside
the world’s got a patch on its third eye
we hit the block and the plot to your story twists
on top, never coming off, call me morrie’s wigs
[ac-mental]
trying to move from nameless
to the a-list
(spooky language)
the type of crew you need a noose to hang with
truly dangerous
hotboxin’ studebakers
watching my hoopty shape shift into a lunar sp-ceship
[term-k]
super 8 sh-t
i’mma crash into the pavement
turn your fast hand into a sprained wrist
losing my faith in the game, tryna stay grizzly
you can call me rudy g-y in the paint b-tch
[ac-mental]
another late night
feeding the mogwais
eager to watch the new season of mob wives
making hits with nathan kiz
waking up the neighbor’s kids
yea they see how spooky my language is
[hook]
thats what i’m talking about
(spooky language)
we running off at the mouth
(spooky language)
the gum flapping
tongue lashing crackas
wrapping a dutch yappin’
spooky language!
[terminal knowledge]
i best warn y’all to back up
‘less you wanna get your flesh torn by the shrapnel
fruity -ss rappers is oranges and apples
the grown up rascal, not warm i’m tobasco
my babe she a big b-tch, way beyond blue ox
vain journalistic, maybe i’m lou dobbs
term’s stewing beef, craving on goulash
pockets on e, haters on stugots
jazz hands, scat man, flaming hot doo-wop
cheesy -ss rappers, y’all cake the fondue pot
who got the herb, knock, do not disturb
been dead and resurrected (stop!)
2pac shakur
i guess, what can i say that ain’t been said before?
if you ain’t a predator y’all should head for sh0r-
we set sail straight forward
don’t be thrown by the red tail, hay fork, and devil h-rns
yo, never more, never more, edgar allen flow
term k settle scores at the talent show
rappers going back and forth in a palindrome
i get mechanical, and leave a gasket blown
back fo’ mo’ and i’m i’m at yo do’
volcanic flow, turn you to ash and stone like the krakatoa
fresh as a breath of air
y’all better get it clear
i’m debonair on some fred astaire
[hook]
thats what i’m talking about
(spooky language)
i’m running off at the mouth
(spooky language)
the gum flapping
tongue lashing crackas
wrapping a dutch, yappin’
spooky language!
[outro]
they’re trying to scare and control primitive people
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