Poops - The Laughing Syndrome lyrics

[Intro: Pumpkinhead] 89 Tec 9. You have now entered the zone of the laughing syndrome. But, first up, we got Poops. Get on the track made by F [Verse 1: Poops] As I commits to spit inside the BK And enter the melody and feel the music's energy And help rap listeners mentally like psychotherapy Lyrics hit like a magnum, [devils head-blown, was never sold, but still, B, we're flat?] Rip the formulated, a way to create bombs without splitting an atom. This is too potent For any antidote, it's hopeless. This comp be comatose with Just one dosage of your pure uncut dope, kid This rhyme wasn't researched, rehearsed or memorized F just played the beat. Me and PH came fresh out of the mind Didn't concentrate and wrote a couple of lines And obsolete your features through the speakers While you n***as sit down and bug, my brain cells sending n***as smoking a whole plantation of cheeba This is Sheriff Subdue in charge—yo, watch the spectacle I'm so large, the fools only could see me through an aerial view 89.9 is where this is being transmitted through [Interlude: Pumpkinhead] Yeah. The laughing syndrome. Check it out. Pumpkinhead is up next [Verse 2: Pumpkinhead] Back to represent, repent lyricists get bent Like tracks on trainsets. My brain bent, flow hostility [Broken combs?] the trilogy. The Plague on the side to be We the MCs [?], sent me and see the golden gates of G-O-D. That's how it goes. We flows Dirty like Hudson River H2O in cyphers that's 3-6-0 ratio Don't play me, yo. Got hardcore soul For the brothers on the corner playing Cee-lo. I be low Like the thought of a Jell-O flipped like the game pieces of Othello, fellow I be the mellow, yellow like, “Hello.” I pack more joints than an elbow Or kneecap. I be fat—not in calories but in these raps Cause heart attacks on tracks, so if you sleep, you're bound to catch a relapse Pumpkinhead and Poops, we style over fat loops Stomps with antigravity, titanium Timberland boots So who dare enter the lair of despair Where transformations turned your recliner into an electric chair? [Outro: Pumpkinhead and (Poops)] (Oh my God. What's happening?). Yeah. What? Poops, F, and PH in the laboratory. Or should I say, “La-bor-a-tory?” Hahahahahahaha. The laughing syndrome. 89 Tec 9, with Stretch and Bob. Peace