I like repetitive music, Turn it up 'cos I know how to use it. I like to hear the bass sound do the rebel rousing Pop the damn multi on the s3000 That’s the shit makes the room prone to over-crowding Now bring the sound in – ooh! It’s pounding! ‘scuse me homies, could you please be my cronies and score me a two-pack of soft yellow foamies 'cos I’m the type of guy that puts safety first no safer muthafucka ever walked the earth strapped in all wheel hugging dual bag inflation safer than programmed amplitude modulation feeling a strange sensation? That’s your brain son, suffering from over-stimulation inflammation By my reckoning you now have five seconds before lapsing into a coma Tick this box to indicate you’re a donor Would it be too bold to say I told you to hold the last bar over and over and over?
I like repetitive music Turn it up cos I know how to use it
I’m so fine I score 9.99 from Hollyfield in a Trump production even though I’m 200 of a kind So inclined to liposuction it’s sublime Like Brittany’s larynx at the age of nine. Watch me try to justify my verbal diarrheaic diatribe In a vain attempt to coincide with the beat To which brains get tenderised Lightly battered and deep fried on high Once again son come get some beats On the one loops on repeat done Waveforms deformed, fantast, lyric gymnast Bombast ecclesiast Slap that ass hardcore Make that shit red raw Blow the disco, slam your head sore Watch the sure cure beat the prevention If you want more seek professional medical attention.