(feat. Vast Aire)



[Vast Aire]

What the deal Nasa? Touching yourself

Uh, 1-2, what

Def Jukies, stabbing bitches in the nookie like, what



Don't make me bite ya face (come on)

'Cuz it ain't like I like the taste

It's more of a psychological thing

My heart pace'll never change

But your cabbage'll get rearranged



Don't make me bite ya face (your face)

'Cuz it ain't like I like the taste (the taste)

It's more of a psychological thing

My heart pace'll never change

But your cabbage'll get rearranged



And I don't even pack no gat

I'd rather run up on you and your crew with a Great Adventure bat

(oh my God)

And when the deed's done it goes up the sleeve

And when the one time comes I'll be in the breeze

You may be different, but you a poetic front

The difference between us is that we say what we want (suckers)

Especially after we light the blunt

Some of us like to pull cards, I pull stunts

I broke up with my ex on some bachelor shit (why?)

Now I'm killin two birds with the same dick

And isn't it ironic? Don't ya think?

The same cat that left the mic smokin, left the man of steel's

back broken

Chillin with Lois Lane, and she's open

Cause I could suck a cookie out a pussy when it's soaking



[El-P]

Chick bit my head off, but the ass was magic

Should've seen the tattoo on her back of a praying mantis

Clutched my chest like Fred Sanford

And splashed her crack on some man shit

Now baby girl's amped, trying to walk on both hands backwards

Moaning fantastic damage with her grill sunk in the mattress

(that's my language)

Rode at insane angles, all tangled up and damaged

Star spangled mangler fuckbot add a money shot

Hit her in the shitter i'm in it with, K-Y liquid and

Double kitchen gloves, love's lovin it

Comfortable naked and takes it like a patriot

I'm wearin a dookie rope and some oven mitts!

Suck clits like Vast Aire Vs. mother reminder

And that's my b-boy alpha numeric vagina diner amalgam

Chick screamed so loud I could hear it on my last album!

(on info kill)

And smell her in the shower

While we fucked to Chill Rob G's version of 'I've got the Power'

It's getting kinda hectic

The house pets seem alert and confused,

And the neighbors leaving messages

Get on your stomach and I'll plug you in all your entrances

And one exit

Whispering quotes from The Tempest

Dr. Hell No, (oh yes I did)

With a surgical scrub on a baby arm inserted from fist to elbow

I drank her bath water in a shot glass

Then ran my tongue up the crack of her ass

Til our future children hatched

The mushrooms had me seeing some sort of deep organic math

On some primal altered state sex, I felt connected to the past

Collapse, nasty, wet, wept into her neck

Suckling on her swollen nipples

Then I drifted into R.E.M.

Where I dreamt of little bouncing cherubs

With clit rings and sexy woodnips

And crotchless liederhosen begging to get bent



[Vast Aire]

Don't make me bite ya face

'Cuz it ain't like I like the taste

It's more of a psychological thing

My heart pace'll never change

But your cabbage'll get rearranged



Don't make me bite ya face (your face)

'Cuz it ain't like I like the taste (the taste)

It's more of a psychological thing

My heart pace'll never change (suckerrrrrrs)

But your cabbage'll get rearranged



I usually, bust raps for fun

And if six was nine, I'd probably bust a machine gun (he's got a gun!)

Niggas hate me

Cause I scribbled the Cold Vein, ice grilled Medusa and I'm stone free

Well actually I was purple hazed, chew on the lasers

Froze in a Hendrix maze

Look at these sloppy cats

With they copied raps

Our shit is too hard to study

Ox is brilliant, our ying is colorful, but our yang is muddy

And if you ever thought you had one up on me, that had to be a projection 

from R2D2

Cause I am not see through

I'm more like, you cross the line and I'll see you

In intensive...

You think I care if your titties are sensitive?

Niggas beware!



Don't make me bite ya face (face)

'Cuz it ain't like I like the taste (the taste)

It's more of a psychological thing

My heart pace'll never change

But your cabbage'll get rearranged



Rearranged, ranged, ranged ranged

Rearranged, ranged ranged ranged

Motherfuckers look strange

Yeah.. Cannibal O, will, handle you slow

What, Def Jux



[El-P]

Once again

File that in your "This must be underground!" Category

Hey, why don't you write a review, of my ass?