Woody Allen

Intro:

- Henry?
- Where were you, why didn't you call?! Where have you been, we were worried to death! A married man does not stay out like this!
- Mom! No! No!
- No, no, don’t do that like this!
- Haha, hahahahaha!
- Fuck you!
- Henry!
- Shut up!
- What's wrong with you? She's not normal she’s right, what's wrong with you, Henry? What's wrong with you, what kind of person are you? What is the matter with you? What the fuck kind of people are they?
- [?]
- The kid, the kid, the kid!

Verse 1:

Ayo I use an ancient crusty like basement study like spaceships
Anal probing with metal prongs, censors, temperature placements
Seat of a dragon, face of a lion, Children of Zion
Half bleeds who defecate iron
Burnt in flames we find robots in the Bible insane
Unknown intelligence under the sun with astral residence
Bigger than rap, let's make this album decadence
Turn mass to energy, medicine and telepathy, conspiracy (Uh)
Tel Aviv, built in the food pyramid, type [?] with the left plate
Confess state, roll like stones on my breastplate
It seems to me that y'all had hands in Nazi thievery
It's '96, brothas use brains on low frequencies (Woooo)
One time for sharp kids, killers who biblical
There's two ghettos, one in the mind, the other physical
Break fool, I be on the search for oven makers
Race haters and custom Tauruses sent from jailbreakers

Verse 2:

Yo, yo, I’m pissin’ razors, we gave the faggot walkin' papers
Now we torture ravers, call me Exmortis, son of the Lotus Sadists
We throwin’ parties on yo' girl's jugs
I never got love that's why we on drugs and carry slugs
To shatter your mug, I know my crib bugs, see I don’t give a fuck
Sittin' duck, bend this bitch back and tore it up
She likes cigar coitus, came on the tits, like I'm the president
Benevolent, she smiled then swallowed the evidence
Andy Kaufman of Rap with the format, he lived in horse shack
Fit your face like a door mat, pee on your wax
You are battlecats, from the backseat of my Cadillac
Pens high we the crack, watch my man mix this next track
Like he was Ball-C or Bart Power, these faggot rappers in they last hour
Amazing lyrics y'all devour
Mister Goretex, Idi Amin Dada, reppin' Uganda
Smoked out like Marion Barry, or Peter Fonda

Verse 3:

My action team fulla sick goons and deficit hooks
Your embassy soft like peppermint pork
Your feminine anthem is soft, mention New York, the venomous talks
Stabbed with a fork, jab her butt plugs, pass me the cork
I hold complications unorthodox, of fortune offs
I torture cops, by killin' apartments makin' La Roche??
This beat the type of shit I'm on, pass me the methadone
Let's get it on, y'all slipped on that Reagan shit now you're catchin' on
That shit fuckin' got you
Run through the projects yellin' "nettin' yahoo!", recite this wisdom from the gospel
On pattern thin magnetic seals so you can't feel, alien steel
Even your ass probes come out your nose
Drivin' at night with no headlights, livin' with dead mites
You pussy, kid, tryna diss my shit up in yo' website
Suck on my dick like it was Nicodrol
Take your soul 'til the world ends
I remain swift holdin' my fuckin' balls

Verse 4:

Dusted with my tool out, shootouts with Satan and Sam
Them exit wounds like graffiti burners, blast your whole bed
Laughin' while your head burst, 'cause I get erect when my TEC jerk
'Bout to splat the caps of rich cats, for major networks
Smackin' interns and desk clerks, nerds and receptionists
Britney Spears type, mongoloid bitch, we terrorists
Belly necklaces, cheers to pierced clits and sedatives
Stoned exorcist, since the exodus, we real sick
Real shit like we was Mannie Fresh, steel on my hip
Concealed clips, labia lips, faggots turn snitch (Wooo)
Canarsie shit, slip in your crib, jimmy your whip
We on some party shit, tie up your wiz, ion her tits
Hit the horse race in corpsepaint, Diadoras and Northlakes
It's 2000, mothafucka, get back in your crawlspace

Verse 5:

Goretex, drop you at your parents' doorstep
It's G13, the Mister Goretex, government issue
Run in your chick, Israeli pistols, I'm here to diss you
Water rhymes that can spit on your shit, don't really fits you
Non Phixion we move like Rock Stars, we burnin' cop cars
Dust cigars, try the top bars, now when he got charged
Run in the label, I twist tits like twin dreidels
I'm takin' the stage, piss the fuck off between cables

Verse 6:

The desert major, horse head blowin' my pager
The terrorist espinoza BK on with the capers, it's a sacrifice
Million? pulled? paradise, some block searchlight
Canarsie air tight, Marion Barry crack pipes (Uh)
Never clean, this rarely rap dream who weigh your team
Bakery fresh 16 for Glenwood cream
Prosciutto madness, this onion from scratch
Turn the tables 'cause the antsy? tried to kill the blacks, bury the facts
Found with black smoke simple 40s of pork, from New York
After Alize I'm headin' for Paraguay, no corks
No champagne, runnin' from fans on Farragut
They feedin' evil things to the pig, so they can fatten it

Outro:

Uh, Non Phixion like that, baby, yeah check it, Goretex
Goretex, is mic three, is mic three

Verse 7:

From Canarsie, check it out, kid, quiet on the West, big up to all Medina people
My slang's illegal like the two keys inside a Buick Regal
With the Star of David, get your squad invaded
Rappin' hostyle for goons that's incarcerated (Uh)
Low budget, like swine from more bodega
There's no omega when I'm mainline like Vinnie Vega
It's the goon in me, shinin' like jewels outta Tiffany's
My symphony reigns like the Lugazi crime family
Screamin' for Vengeance, holdin' Kabbalah to the essence
Wax moves like contraband MCs suck the omnipresence (Hah)
Official, threw on the black mass, grab the pistol
Plus the box of missiles in the suitcase, sittin' on bristle (Blaow!)
My Tuddy stance, blow spots like implants
Dead men dance and move real smoove as we advance (Uh)
Religious slaughter, New World Order, you's a goner
Plus a dead man if you ain't tryna recognize our Torah

Verse 8:

We sex sells, buyin' for Israel, ten on the bench
On the ground militia take you out quick, I dig? the French
Sellin' secrets, like naval intelligence, devils obtainin' them
It ain't revealed only through minds of past presidents
Raps and culprits, Shawns bitin' always
You ain't great, who paints with cold light and hot shade
Bred in ignorance, Rap Kevorkian, watchin' for air raid
Them bigots, who got an ED for slave tradin'
Watchin' Third Reich to aimin' the kites, the oil spilt
They criminals, ain't never thought twice so now my daughter filled
Planet hates survival's doubtful, my shrink loads I seen mob goons
Smugglin' smack on shrimp [?]
Some radicals, they killin' me
They got gas chambers like Mussolini's Italy, sausage made out of leg degree
The big and embassy, too real like burnin' flags
Dirtbags and sacks schemin' on ways to take Sam!

Verse 9:

Anniversary, what up Halftime? Goretex, what up, that's some new written shit, you know I'm sayin', got too thick, yo, yo, yo, yo, feel it out yo, one time for your mind yo, yo, uh, yo, Non Phixion in the place, time and space, uh, we take it back, let the bar return, uh, uh, no [?] rap shit
All the sex thugs, big brea-yo, y'all hear me? Alright, all the sex-yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
All the sex thugs, big breast brugs with butt plugs
Trippin' off drugs, runaway chicks fallin' in love
I roll with street cats who got nothin' to live for
I don't feel y'all street cats, I'mma reveal y'all
Put yo' grill on the front of Blueboy and Playgirl
Exterminate your world, pretty boy toys for S-girls
Catch a pearl necklace, 'cause I'm liable to tear your face off
You're waste of space, bloody your gear, cuttin' your waist off
'Cause in the engine finished, demented grimace
I roll with midgets, I control physics and vore lyrics
Gary Oldman of Rap, ain't no, holdin' me back
What I pack'll leave your skull cracked broken like Skull Snaps
Lock, Stock and Two Smokin' Barrels
Uncle Howie 89.1, the Sun Pharaohs
I will rap more but I got a toothache
Yo, pass it off who's the next one, motivate the breaks

Verse 10:

Check it out, Goretex Medina, represent
Hold the BK down like this, hold the BK down, representin' Glenwood Projects, in Canarsie that's Iceland, all my crew, all the goons, stinky dirtbags, rockin', check it
Quiet on the West, big up to all Medina people
My slang's illegal like the two keys inside my Buick Regal
With the Star of David, get your squad invaded
Rappin' hostyle for goons that's incarcerated
Low budget, like swine from more bodega
There's no omega when I'm mainline like Vinnie Vega
It's the goon in me, shinin' like jewels outta Tiffany's
My symphony rules like the Lugazi crime family (Ooh!)
Bags 84 for calories, hold the cannons like Natalie
This nation's phallacy, got me thinkin' I blacks the enemy
Official, throughout the black mass grab the pistol
Plus the box of missiles, on the suitcase sittin' on bristles
My Tuddy stance, blew spots like implants
Dead men dance, and move real cool as we advance
Religious slaughter, New World Order, you's a goner
Plus a dead man if you ain't tryna recognize the Torah (Uh!)
Walk in the streets, military, necessary
The revolution word life, searchlights obsidiary (Oohh what)
Pass the mic, we do it like this
Check it
Shout out to the slums of Shaolin
No doubt

Verse 11:

Hold on 'cause I'm about to lift off towards the Sun
The fat one, gone through airports with loaded guns
Rock prosciutto, baby, bakery breads by the mouthful
Survival doubtful, it's obvious look at my scalpel
We slidin', Caddy Seville, carbones drivin' up the Belt Parkway
Get 'em rid the bodies the smart way
Put it on a charge, whatever you want starve, massage
Callin' Sabac to speak on the ghetto scars
The communist give brothers the shits
I feel fixed for tits, full fronts, links and pink slips
The nozz' on your forehead like a nuclear warhead
When I die, I want mad stocks, so call me Boar's Head
The floor's red enslaved in Hell, beyond for Hades
Wake up in the bed, with a bloody horse on, it's crazy
My ham is skiddish, combine crime flow with Yiddish
So I test the limits (yeah), catch me on Farragut

Verse 12:

89.9 TEC-9, the Rap Simon Perez, slang Jerusalem, ghetto nation
Terrorist operation, West Bank, my education
Destination Mecca, close to God, like for Becca
My crews forever, catch me on Farragut reignin' terror
Mahatma? Christ, who took your life, who stop for trife
Devil's mentality, let's get that brother for the salary
360 meth, get in you nice like Zit's bath
Militant psychopath killin' politicians through skin graft
Built to fall out, protect your fam from Sam
Abraham's plan, can have us all rot in the same caravan
Goretex Tacchini, linguini
Fuck a peace treaty, I'm all about Peter Lugers and Bag? Zitty?
Cinematic, I roll with goons who study Torah, the genetic soldier
On the run holdin' governments

Verse 13:

Yo, I rock sick in the raps, like Woody Allen flash beach hats
I'm John Hinckley, run up on politicians with ski caps (Hahaha)
I hold the vision, in the state of walk with the children
Unseen enemies bust back feelin' my dogs slippin'
Need a joke, bananas like 100 dollars the surge
Brutal tentacles dispose of MCs, minus their testicles
I'm bustin' out, just like sex offenders on weekends
Through the beatings, the Barber Joe grills, stayin' on defense
Mayan for NASA, government fragments operation
Loss on the Larry Hoover with a touch of Tony Draper
Smacked out like Mingus on H, evade safes
F your head up quick, it sticks and exterminate an entire race