Radiohead
[Intro]
I’m a Radiohead
I’m a Radiohead
[Verse 1]
Coming this winter: straitjackets by North Face
Chewed three all-girl schools and could spit out how each whore taste
Record shops will 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 dip the philly for a puff
Keep your eyes peeled, make sure your team’s packing the Glocks, kids
Pour disinfectant in the ears, I’m speaking noxious
Alex the baby came after afterbirth
I ain’t been straight with God since He dropped my ass on Earth (You gonna)
(Burn for that!) Then burn me right now, pa! My scalp
Still wears a scar from that lobotomy seminar
Can’t help but act out when I black out
I pushed my brother eyes in, then I kicked him back out. You kids
Trying to blast at me better learn to shoot straighter
Premature brains get cooked up in an incubator
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[Hook]
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
[Verse 2]
I was
Possessed by Dionysus, kicked out of high school
For giving pap smears in crisis, cold-type cyphers
I burn motherfuckers ‘til the fume kicks. Watch me
Fuck them four craft bitches to death with broomsticks
Sweeping with chicks, lacing up knicks, 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 nine months, my leaky sack
Blind ya, T-E-C behind ya. Who could undermine tha
Sickest of intelligence to find ya? The vagina
Redesigner get you opened out your own mind, ya
Sent to death, trying ta slide out your own spine ta
Find a life where your cock’s treated like Christ and every
Cunt from off your block will beg forgiveness from your sex device
[Hook]
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
[Verse 3]
Obnoxious crotches, smack their ass ‘til skin blotches
Mail-bombing, bred her from Highlands, still smiling
Fish burn/Fishburne like Lawrence, Agent Orange revived
A victim then locked her in cold storage
Ate her pussy popped, stumped her under vulture nigga blocks
Analyze the blood clots before greater body rots
Fax you a photo, puss pierced shut, seared slut
Josie used to take facials mostly
Gang this bong while I pick that Lionel Richie afro
Cunt out “All Night Long.” I’m into life…
(*Sniff*) Altering my perception, emptied
A clip in my reflection for looking my direction
[Hook]
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
[Outro]
I’m a Radiohead
I’m a Radiohead
The nasty Agent Orange is coming
Bright and early in the morning
With the Necro coroner behind drumming
On the severed headpiece of your woman