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Dr. Hellno Vs. The Praying Mantus

What the deal, Nasa?
Touching yourself
Uh, 1, 2, what
Def Jukies, stabbing bitches in the nookie like, what?

Don't make me bite ya face
(Come on)
'Cause it ain't like I like the taste
It's more of a psychological thing
My heart pace'll never change
But your cabbage'll get rearranged

Don't make me bite ya face
(Your face)
'Cause it ain't like I like the taste
(The taste)
It's more of a psychological thing
My heart pace'll never change
But your cabbage'll get rearranged

And I don't even pack no gat
I'd rather run up on you and your crew with a Great Adventure bat
(Oh, my God)
And when the deed's done it goes up the sleeve
And when the one time comes I'll be in the breeze

You may be different but you a poetic front
The difference between us is that we say what we want
(Suckers)
Especially after we light the blunt
Some of us like to pull cards, I pull stunts

I broke up with my ex on some bachelor shit
(Why?)
Now I'm killin' two birds with the same dick
And isn't it ironic, don't ya think?

The same cat that left the mic smokin'
Left the man of steel's back broken
Chillin' with Lois Lane and she's open
'Cause I could suck a cookie out a pussy when it's soaking

Chick bit my head off but the ass was magic
Should've seen the tattoo on her back of a praying mantis
Clutched my chest like Fred Sanford
And splashed her crack on some man, shit

Now baby girl's amped, trying to walk on both hands backwards
Moaning fantastic damage with her grill sunk in the mattress
(That's my language)
Rode at insane angles, all tangled up and damaged

Star spangled mangler fuckbot add a money shot
Hit her in the shitter I'm in it with K-Y liquid and
Double kitchen gloves, love's lovin' it
Comfortable naked and takes it like a patriot

I'm wearin' a dookie rope and some oven mitts
Suck clits like Vast Aire Vs. Mother reminder
And that's my b-boy alpha numeric vagina diner amalgam
Chick screamed so loud I could hear it on my last album
(On info kill)

And smell her in the shower
While we fucked to Chill Rob G's version of 'I've got the Power'
It's getting kinda hectic, the house pets seem alert and confused
And the neighbors leaving messages

Get on your stomach and I'll plug you in all your entrances
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And one exit, whispering quotes from 'The Tempest'
Dr. Hell No
(Oh yes, I did)
With a surgical scrub on a baby arm inserted from fist to elbow

I drank her bath water in a shot glass
Then ran my tongue up the crack of her ass
'Til our future children hatched
The mushrooms had me seeing some sort of deep organic math
On some primal altered state sex, I felt connected to the past

Collapse, nasty, wet, wept into her neck
Suckling on her swollen nipples then I drifted into R.E.M.
Where I dreamt of little bouncing cherubs
With clit rings and sexy wood nips
And crotchless liederhosen begging to get bent

Don't make me bite ya face
'Cause it ain't like I like the taste
It's more of a psychological thing
My heart pace'll never change
But your cabbage'll get rearranged

Don't make me bite ya face
(Your face)
'Cause it ain't like I like the taste
(The taste)
It's more of a psychological thing
My heart pace'll never change
(Suckers)
But your cabbage'll get rearranged

I usually bust raps for fun
And if six was nine, I'd probably bust a machine gun
(He's got a gun)
Niggas hate me 'cause I scribbled the Cold Vein
Ice grilled Medusa and I'm stone free

Well, actually I was purple hazed, chew on the lasers
Froze in a Hendrix maze
Look at these sloppy cats with they copied raps
Our shit is too hard to study
Ox is brilliant, our ying is colorful, but our yang is muddy

And if you ever thought you had one up on me
Tat had to be a projection from R2D2 'cause I am not see through
I'm more like, you cross the line and I'll see you
In intensive, you think I care if your titties are sensitive?
Niggas beware

Don't make me bite ya face
(Face)
'Cause it ain't like I like the taste
(The taste)
It's more of a psychological thing
My heart pace'll never change
But your cabbage'll get rearranged

Rearranged, ranged, ranged, ranged
Rearranged, ranged ranged, ranged
Motherfuckers look strange
Yeah, Cannibal O will handle you slow
What, Def Jux

Once again
File that in your this must be underground category
Hey, why don't you write a review of my ass?