Yo.'Cause I'm this, Gorillaz from the mist lyricist and my thoughts be twisted.I spit the wickedest rhymes from a time that's never existed.My futuristic linguistics turn fools into statistics.I'm a lyrical misfit with a sadistic characteristics.I perform murderous acts on my tracks with a single breath,And if a boy wanna protest, then I be stampin' upon his chestDone makin' a mess.No other man could conceive the weed I'm consumin'And I transform from my cartoon pseudonym, turn to a human.I spit words from my mouth that be turnin' you inside out.And I tie knots in intestines just like I'm a boy scoutThat's workin' 'em out.Now rearrangin' your whole skeletal structure.Then I find some nine inch nails to perform some acupuncture.When I punch ya, I rupture one of your ribcage in a rageAnd I turn you into a cartoon too, then erase the page.I take you back to the stone age with Barney and Fred Flintstone.Get Dino to tear-up your Moschinos and then force you to limp home.I'ma take off like a jet pack, when I get back better step back.I'ma make the crowd react and nod their heads until their necks snap.I can flip-flaps while riding a skateboard and doin' a tic-tac.And leave your head in a spin like staring at turn table slip mats.I'm a conquering lion, big cat.
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