radiohead

coming this winter

straight jackets by north face

tour'd 3 all girl schools and could spit out how each whore taste

record shops'll see more fiends than a detox

when cage shit drops

like lsd blots

you can't handcuff what you can't snuff

before your body's embalmed i dipped the philly for a puff

keep your eyes peeled - make sure your teams packing the glocks kids

pour disinfectant in they ears i'm speaking noxious

alex the baby came after after birth

i ain't been straight with god since he dropped my ass on earth

you gonna burn for that!

then burn me right now paul

my scalp still wears a scar from that lobotomy seminar

can't help but act out

when i black out

i push my brother's eyes in then i kicked them back out

you kids trying to blast at me better learn to shoot straighter

premature brains get cooked up in the incubator

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paragraph 2

show precision in your 'how to skin mc's alive manual'

i'm a radiohead

getting open 'til i'm brain dead

then i'm getting open 'til you brain dead

i'm a radiohead

getting open 'til i'm brain dead

then i'm getting open 'til i brain dead

i was possessed by dionysus

kicked outta highschool for giving paps smears of crisis

cold-type ciphers

i burn motherfuckers 'til the fume kicks

watch me fuck them four craft bitches to death with broom sticks

sweeping with chicks

lacing up dicks

getting lovely

'til i'm spaced out roughly like martians playing rugby

see a vigilante

shoot him 'til his heart stops

and send his eyes to the cops in a box for crime watch

slipped out the snatch

wipe my face clean of the crap

that's been holding me back since minus 9 months my leaky sack

blind ya!

t. ec. behind ya!

who could undermine the?

sickest of intelligence to find ya!

the vagina re-designah

get you opened out your mind ya

sent to death trynna slide out your own spine ta

find a life where your cock's treated like christ

and every cunt from up the block will beg forgiveness from your sex device

i'm a radiohead

getting open 'til i'm brain dead

then i'm getting open 'til you brain dead

i'm a radiohead

getting open 'til i'm brain dead

then i'm getting open 'til you brain dead

obnoxious crotches

smack they ass 'til skin blotches

mail bombin'

weather from holland

still smilin'

fishburne like lawrence

agent orange

revived a victim then locked her in cold storage

ate a pussy popped

stumped her under vulture nigga blocks

analyze the blood clots

before greater body rots

factual photo: puss pierced shut

seared slut josie

used to take facials mostly

gang this bong

while i pick that lionel ritchie afro cunt out all night long

i'm into like. altering my perception

emptied a clip in my reflection for looking my direction

i'm a radiohead

getting open 'til i'm brain dead

then i'm getting open 'til you brain dead

i'm a radiohead

getting open 'til i'm brain dead

then i'm getting open 'til you brain dead

(i'm a radiohead

i'm a radiohead

the nasty agent orange is comin'

bright and early in the mornin'

with the necro coroner behind drumin'

on the severed headpiece of your woman)