The Palmer Squares - Victory lyrics

You smell that? You smell that?! Napalm, son! Nothing else in the world smells like that! I love the smell of napalm in the morning You know that gasoline smell? Smells like... victory Drop, drop the beat-beat and hop out yo' seat-seat Bomb squad, knock-knock the socks of your feet-feet Fi-fi-fiesta, meet the oppressor (Beep beep) Who got the keys to the vespa? Glorified for making rhymes, bored and trying to waste some time Palmer Squares sort of Igor and Dr. Frankenstein I gotta warn ya, I'm a god of war, I got a crown of thorns You got a lot but wanting more, it's awful cold, I'm awful warming Offer no condolence, only thought controlling my patrol Your mama know, your father don't, off parole and on a roll You posers chose to pose the opposition Which can only go to show you that nobody wanna listen On a mission, I'm a soldier 'bout you go about your business I ain't known to reach a limit, they known for keeping a distance Overeating feed the machine, I'ma keep it overeating No awareness, no apparent reason to share your feelings Popping a three swish, top of the key swish By God, I'm Jesus, by golly, gee whiz! We dropping atomic bombs, ya'll dropping some leaflets Stick 'em up, got 'em picking up all of the pieces Watch Family Feud muted and I'm guessing what the question is What can't be mood music gets ejected from my pencil tips It's effortless, I dream of stepping off a precipice Stress levels can lessen, book a session with the specialist I'm loud as f**, stomping on the ambience surrounding ya Renowned around your town for getting rowdy in a crowded club Always down to pound a couple growlers at the county pub Leading the regime we travel deep in the ravine They'll never let my choir catch you liars preaching while I sing Feeling heedless to my team, my self-esteem is for the birds A beast to burden, feel the burn for real, I need to ease my nerves Cause I get the heebie-jeebies even when I'm feeling fairly fair Compared to kings and pharaohs, I'm a square but y'all barely care Diem-paired interrogators staring at your derriere Parallel to aerial canaries in the arid air (It's the Palmer Squares, Nate Kiz, NaPalm!) See I squabble with police and plead allegiance to hypocrisy 'Cause secretly I'm seeking something deeper than the bottom Economically we lead a life of leisure, love, and honesty You'd be neurotic if you had a grievance with our policy Yo, beyond pompously, I propagate philosophy With honorary doctorate degrees in optimology But not a lot of people see the need for decent vision Reposition equal distance from the realest and the wannabes Bounce around the beat methodically as many people watch Preaching on and on anonymous to every single snob Beat your mom for drinks, give 'im mouth to mouth and eat the box Vow to beat the odds and take a bow when I complete the job