ALL MUSIC CREDITS GO TO THE DUST BROTHERS - 06. Bar Fight - Project Mayhem 2020 lyrics

I want you to hit me as hard as you can. I don't want to die without any scars. How much can you know about yourself if you've never been in a fight?! Download the entire FREE album at khaleo.bandcamp.com!! So go ahead, hit me, before I lose my nerve. No one's watching, what do you care? Lyrics: I'm like, Hey Arnold! : don't hit me, I'll hit me And get a kick from self-inflicted shots up in the kidney Convincing you to follow up my plot, are you wit me? The cops can't get me.. Meditate like nonviolent hippies in the sixties Feather weight contends an equal pound of gold frisbees Mimicking insomniac zombie stats, pinch me Get trippy, the mind is on twilight zone, pilot gone quickly Hulk out like fighting Irish hillbilly mixed wit Bill Bixby Flippin' sk**s at Mickeys Slip ya girl a hickey In my Dickies or my Dockers The con is always possible (I put a) bomb inside ya locker Disarming any obstacle Personal murder, I thought you through On the next level, shall i take you to? I stay awake as two separate dudes I'm a copy of a copy, never sleepin', take a cruise Breakin' rules, but keep silent Code of the streets, fused wit guerrilla violence Don't talk about me, or where I'm hiding ......American terrorist is the fairest comparison i could make to relate; Enemy of state embarra**ment Dare to win and I'll nullify the race You can vilify and hate again but i can always take it in To a place of zen Mental frame exoskeleton Physical pain will settle in just for embellishment Intelligent a**a**in, whips get to crashin any specimen investin in the Trips that we pa**in! ... Retraction in rhyme, but never happened in time Re-an*lyze ya mind from neanderthal grind...REWIND ... Bump that, thumbtacks up in the trunk rap Dysfunction hubcaps Bust back before the gun claps Lungs collapse, not mine, I run these tracks Tongue relaxed, sunshine when I find synapse Aligned wit facts.. So off the bat! I want a hunnid (100) stacks Flossin' phat across the map Barack Obama, Boss in BLACK I am Jack's Arsonist Fact: If soap can make napalm, I'll call the bomb threat Don't forget to scrape the top off and practice safe s** Gla** slipper generation, archetype flex