Metaphore Warfare (Urban Dance Squad)

I'm like batman, I'm glad man, I swing my boomerang clock stetsons ­­ heads on ­­ catch attention grab retired mc's their pensions dimension ­­ suspension, switch a button head runs like an engine ­­ should I mention brain excites after few grand donation - ovation brain ignites like benzedrine dieseloil, slick to be coil, foil spittin' rhymes like a gargoyle mccoy all, destroy all who try to soil my ground, path, space, even my zone the clone - the one who rocks his mouth proud, soon sucks a syphon laxative, crap the shit, hyperactive for the bowels baby mc's should be clean ­­ here's the towel diaper, 'cos I'm hyper ­­ plus I'm the babysit what time is it - time to refresh kid - my wit, you bit my funky cuckoo crap - runs outta your ass kid - shit smell scents, whack mc's' fragrance heap of waste, crap-mc jams take a pick, take a style if you dare 'cos I'm prepared for metaphore warfare stunner to the crumb-bun, I'm like a plumber pull yo brainplug, flow down the lump tumor, bummer, diseased cells make you lumber infect your humor, call my number again - the man - wit pepjam, medicine, anacin vitamin - penicillin pencil-push bacteria, you can't skill 'em local rapeteria for topbillin' slobbin' - nil and - timekillin' for caterpillarin' - my rap caters like plants rap insects build eggs to propagate to a butterfly phase to flaunt beauty wings fully detailed, all surrogate for your lyrics, but you forgot to wipe the booty moody ­­ I'm not ­­ sting like a bee on gerry cooney hocus pocus - styles to pick the one to whose bogus I focus my antenna, I'm gonna plague your dome like locust mentis - hench this - you like beans and cabbage the ambitions so nutritious ­­ so call me beast or savage your style is poor, hard to score, against the carnivore you got beef ready ­­ plus be steady on a metaphore take a pick, take a style if you dare 'cos I'm prepared for metaphore warfare