Slade Rhinestone - Strapped lyrics

Mother, could you pa** the uh the jammy? The he... the heater, please. Could you pa** the thang? The steel thang. The tool. The burner, mother. Now I believe I asked you to purchase me a firearm. Could you just pa** that to... thank you very much. OK. What's with all the Oriental writing on there? Is this... did you buy it in Chinatown or something? Well, it'll have to do. Thank you very much... for the new video. 3-2-1 action! Yo Slade Rhinestone, Matthew Tressbraker, y'allready know who it is Matty T. Hatter, Matty Tourettes. Matte Black comin' at'cha. You know I'm that bad boy with the bad words. People know me by a lotta names but you gotta remember- the one name you gotta know me by is I'm mercurial. I'm unpredictable. I get wild like that. A lotta kids don't know. They been steppin' up like: “Hey Matty! Yo you been talkin' that medieval sh**... That fantasy wonderland sh**... or whatever and it sounds good but when you come where I'm from... you come to my hood and you try that sh** you gon' leave with a hot bullet and goin' out on a stretcher.” Alright alright alright. What you think ya boy Matty ain't got no guns? sh** I been grippin walnut stocks. Dem big bore barrels cuz I love that kickback Oh you thought I wouldn't go there? Like I'm afraid to exploit and capitalize upon and glamourize the suffering of others in my artistical pursuits? Thereby diminishing the seriousness of their plight and the reality of their dire situation? Is that what you think? Naw. You done overestimated me Everyone who knows me knows I'm mercurial. I'm mercurial Hands shakin and mad as a hatter you can get tagged HERE for ten shillings and a sixpence That's Matty the Hatter. I'm ready willing and waiting until you slip next in this left i'll grip techs From here on in we'll talk about you in the past tense The late white hair layin right there Actin all big after having that little piece of cake, Alice, you'll float out of here in a flood of tears I'll make you grinning cats all disappear At Matty's tea party when i dumps on em in boston among the flotsam and jetsam When that red dot's on your head, son, I'll get some get some get some Cargo pant Pockets and backpack all bulgin with heckler and koch branded clips of full metal jackets sh** I got guns so big i gotta mount em on mountain tops With bullets so large you can countdown to ten before that payload drops Outgun a station of cops With a range so broad sh** sprays like a fountain's top With a barrel so mad long and wide it's like a hadron collider When that beam locks on its exposin secrets inside you Explosions like thunderclaps with some time elapsing between when you see the flash til you hear that pop And you wonder whats got you gutshot and covered in blood, kid, my f**in blunderbuss did I'm launched rockets to your flintlock muskets Keep on walkin or you'll end up dusted You're .38s With snub noses tucked I'm open carry shotguns, cousin, with cut stocks and muzzles Twelve 12 gauges in the trunk that's a dirty dozen And I made sure your squad heard me coming sh** I rode around all over town i Showed up alone all loud To unload on clowns trying to hold me down Them copy cats all rockin the same caps, links and kicks I'll turn them clones to clouds that's a crimson mist When this heater blows it's BLOW! And the whole block bleeds Like when crows form crowds: that's a murder But that fowl flock flees when i unholster the burner You never heard of me before but you know me now Shallow graves in my wake: ash and Bones abound Broken limbs pokin' out like they grow in the ground Homicidal urges i'm hummin sinful dirges like i'm so into sound I set my backpack down that steel go clank clink kachink Like i'm concealin plates, pots and pans and a couple of kitchen sinks My trigger finger's itchin to split wigs on rat finks b**h, don't you know that loose lips sink ships? And i got the stockpile to put the titanic in the drink The tip of this mossberg? That's just the tip of the iceberg My arsenal's gigantic. i roll up pop the trunk and guys panic twitchin eyes frantic Bowin' down prayin to god like they i-slamic Islamic whatever the f** just know that I'm slammin and i'll blam it Me and my fam strapped and I'm packin five cannons More steel in the cabinets than heavy duty mechanics with Craftsman built ratchets in both hands with attachments to snap-on and brandish Matty-T's in the ride gangster lean to the side bold and italic Lookin cold on the surface but i'm ready to erupt i'm f**in icelandic frozen yet volcanic f** world peace. i packs a piece and I got racks of these When sh**'s boring i spark violence a catalyst known to start fires. Im a live wire You heard what I'm sayin yet? When you get the point you'll know it Serrated bayonet and I'm stabbin slow These slugs been known to mushroom on impact i'm infamous as Al Capone From head to toe: I'm Al Blood-n-Gore Al Pacino in godfather: michael corleone Double shooter with bars call me Al Cohol Bullet magnet Al-Qaeda at the Al Amo I'll turn that lead to gold like 50-cent I guess I'm Al Chemical But naw f** 50. I'm twice as nice and worth thrice the price: I'm a buck buck buck fifty Got a turret on the back of this flat bed truck with me He can s** this D E S-E-R-T E to the A to the G L E My palm's on the grip pull the trigger squeeze Your knees on the dirt have you beggin please bro But for reals tho I got plans so top secret low down on the d-low There's underground but this here's 273 degrees below: Project absolute zero I got a gun so big it's being a**embled by borg cubes the next galaxy over It's forged, fused with extra capacity ordinance and I'm about ready to plot in the coordinates I'll use Pluto, Venus and Mars as bullets The trigger I'll use Jupiter's gravitational force to pull it Slingshot em along Saturn's orbital course to its fullest Hook it to the sun when the solar cycle discharges Forget standin off with rifle barrages You can't stifle or dodge this I'm blastin off like the astronaut: Michael Collins With The Earth in my sights and Ready to take the shot at all humanity living and dead To set off a chain of events and repercussions in affirmation that The line between creation and destruction is often a blurred one This gon' be a BIG BANG if I ever heard one!