Boogaloobuggedout

It’s the L to the E to the X-I-S
I’ve got your girl’s teeth marks in my pound of flesh
In my electric-stress
I’m boogaloo bugged out
Pull your gumshield out (Yo, yo)
Punch your fucking lights out!
It’s the J to the E to the H-S-T
Worldwide bloody-eyed to fullest degree
I dream binary code with a cone in my mouth
I believed I can, pussy, get knocked out
(Check-check-check)
It’s the return of the Armagnac
Paint yourself black
I body-body-body-rock take shit back
Still get 'Apple Mac’ed by my .mp3s
Take my future back
And start charging heads some fees
It’s all crimson seas, fluid and dynamic
Flipping fucked up semantics
Verbal head-kicks
, I see your jugular
If your girl’s lucky, man, I can’t help fucking her
Fuck goose feathers, man, I’m keeping warm in
by my theology like Jesus Christ and Lucifer
Acting like a twat at the back of the cinema
popcorn out of pants, telling her I’m loving her
Yeah, baby, that’s right, I’m an alchemist
Turn bullshit into gold when I’m completely pissed
All the girls love Lexis, screaming, 'Go Dragonboy!
Spit that fire in my face, and come and bring me joy'
Sanctify me like Tolstoy, break me down
Tattoo words on your body, and beatbox to the sound
Of your parents coming round
Sometime soon
In the room with a dead foetus like my name was
It’s a prophet of doom
Flipping words like a slingshot
Haven’t been the bog in years because my shit’s too hot
A chip off the granite block
Picket lines and bent cops
you’re stealing my props?
It’s the L to the E to the X-I-S
I’ve got your girl’s teeth marks in my pound of flesh
In my electric-stress
I’m boogaloo bugged out
Pull your gumshield out (Yo, yo)
Punch your fucking lights out!
It’s the J to the E to the H-S-T
Worldwide bloody-eyed to fullest degree
I dream binary code with a cone in my mouth
I believed I can, pussy, get knocked out
Stylophone soundclash
Lost in the hash cloud
Tell ya boys back down
Rappers get stamped out
Headbanger, crowd loud
Speaker distortion
Proceed with precaution
Approaching a man of gargantuan proportion
Mash with the monstrous
Club’s so hot the heat smashed the thermometers
Armageddon is ominous
See the city structure ripe to topple
Lost in the pipe and the bottle
Vice for the mind as it’s boggling
Rap hobgoblin
When you get home you’ll all be in for a bollocking
Bed and no soul-food
Doodle in my ticket while I’m sitting in the dole queue
It’s the L to the E to the X-I-S
I’ve got your girl’s teeth marks in my pound of flesh
In my electric-stress
I’m boogaloo bugged out
Pull your gumshield out (Yo, yo)
Punch your fucking lights out!
It’s the J to the E to the H-S-T
Worldwide bloody-eyed to fullest degree
I dream binary code with a cone in my mouth
I believed I can, pussy, get knocked out
I’m like a kid in class on my fingertips
Tagging toilet wall mirrors while I’m on school trips
Pouring liquid soap on the floor so the teacher slips
A multi-coloured whirlwind
Battling bones and zits
When the red rock spits shit
Towers fucking fall
I’m on some old -shit
Lexis 'em all
Welcome to the Monster’s Ball
It’s the purple sky rider
In the town centre, my heart drenched in cider
I won’t stop spitting 'til my head’s on a fiver
Loved by crusty students like my name was Herbaliser
My mum don’t like me, my she won’t
The cycles of a surfer riding on the new wave
Yo, I’m boogaloo bugged out
Down 'til the sun sets
Glam hot, blinged out
Happyland funfest
Hanging off fleshy funbags and fresh sweat
'Jane Fonda leotard' flex for undressed sexercise
Whatever you think is civilised
Living like, 'Who give a fuck about tomorrow?'
Shotgun driven by Apollo
Pedal to the metal on the yellow brick road that I follow
To the kingdom of the wizard
Listen to the voices
Destroy the system, rebuild and rejoice
It’s the noise of the nuclear era
20/20 vision with a passion and it gets no clearer
Future in crystal
Telling me to shatter it
Begging for a catalyst
Lost in analysis
Tear down your palaces
Acts of an anarchist
Head in the clouds with a mouthful of cannabis
It’s the L to the E to the X-I-S
I’ve got your girl’s teeth marks in my pound of flesh
In my electric-stress
I’m boogaloo bugged out
Pull your gumshield out (Yo, yo)
Punch your fucking lights out!
It’s the J to the E to the H-S-T
Worldwide bloody-eyed to fullest degree
I dream binary code with a cone in my mouth
I believed I can, pussy, get knocked out
Lex and Jehst heavyweight
Shit you can’t calculate
Buy the track and masturbate
We run the red state
Take the stage and elevate
Put this vinyl in your crate
And watch the shit levitate
Clones, we eradicate
Demon Boyz that devastate
Daddy Kane like '88
We don’t rap, we demonstrate
I don’t buy
Rock red vision
Use sign language because heads don’t listen
Lost like ancient wisdom
The number 1 head cutter
The homeless mind runner
Straight out the gutter
Headbutt to the nutter
Grab your nutsack!
Now you know where the rest of YNR’s at! (YNR's at, YNR’s at…)