Boy A by E.B. Lyrics
[Intro: Big Damo]
Mister, you don’t have a name. Uh, Boy A. Yeah, that sounds like a fitting name. Boy A. You have been tried for two acts of murder; two acts of assault. How do you plead?
[Verse 1]
I'm a Red Hot Chili Pepper
Ready to blast like a rectum after anal prolapse
Disgusting, I know, but not as disgusting as the children swimming in your mouth
[Verse 2]
Seman team and quips like the "T" man
Quit your team and commit that crime
Um, some OJ with the Wolf Gang Wu-Tang
Boy A lurking in your corridor
Oh what's that, people at my Peter Peter Jackson because I said few things you don't like
Well, I never pull back, explains my nature
Zodiac Killer, boy, what an inspiration
[Verse 3]
But I got caught, Ted Cruz, gotta cruise in 5-0 car, sirens and crying, drying blood
New shirt, say curt stuff like, "I'm a mastermind"
No mind I used, so vile, it is
Pile of dismay, what should I say
Towards the judges, grudges, double clutch
Much on my plate, oh and mom, what should I say to her
[Verse 4]
I took his head off like Sub-Zero
Shoved a red pen in mouth like bone marrow
All over body, what a mess
Dress the fess, Nick Bate scat shift shit it out
Like Mr. Joyce with his flatulence
The beginning of a lame game with some players with they pig brains
Max pain, thrill gain, painkiller, feel some bloodstains on a burgundy carpet artfully crafted
Rapid attack plants too
[Verse 5]
Thoughts got to me
Now I'm haunting nearest sector
Random boy goes on a spree
Light breeze over me
Now there's a fee
[Verse 6]
Oh geez, look at the time, and mirror image
Pissing your pants like Red Dragon
Intense shootout, bloodshed, and corpse brides squeezing knees of basic B's
I'm at ease, in peace
No I'm not, send help please
But no remorse is felt, boy
All of you are fragile toys, from Roy's basement of wonders, with a couple folk songs playing in the background
While I chop up an innocent for no apparent reason
But to make myself laugh at the crass audience
Like Killing Joke, that movie was terrible, oh well, say
I got a country in dismay
Got a few pounds made
And a game done, lame one, shame hun
Mister, you don’t have a name. Uh, Boy A. Yeah, that sounds like a fitting name. Boy A. You have been tried for two acts of murder; two acts of assault. How do you plead?
[Verse 1]
I'm a Red Hot Chili Pepper
Ready to blast like a rectum after anal prolapse
Disgusting, I know, but not as disgusting as the children swimming in your mouth
[Verse 2]
Seman team and quips like the "T" man
Quit your team and commit that crime
Um, some OJ with the Wolf Gang Wu-Tang
Boy A lurking in your corridor
Oh what's that, people at my Peter Peter Jackson because I said few things you don't like
Well, I never pull back, explains my nature
Zodiac Killer, boy, what an inspiration
[Verse 3]
But I got caught, Ted Cruz, gotta cruise in 5-0 car, sirens and crying, drying blood
New shirt, say curt stuff like, "I'm a mastermind"
No mind I used, so vile, it is
Pile of dismay, what should I say
Towards the judges, grudges, double clutch
Much on my plate, oh and mom, what should I say to her
[Verse 4]
I took his head off like Sub-Zero
Shoved a red pen in mouth like bone marrow
All over body, what a mess
Dress the fess, Nick Bate scat shift shit it out
Like Mr. Joyce with his flatulence
The beginning of a lame game with some players with they pig brains
Max pain, thrill gain, painkiller, feel some bloodstains on a burgundy carpet artfully crafted
Rapid attack plants too
[Verse 5]
Thoughts got to me
Now I'm haunting nearest sector
Random boy goes on a spree
Light breeze over me
Now there's a fee
[Verse 6]
Oh geez, look at the time, and mirror image
Pissing your pants like Red Dragon
Intense shootout, bloodshed, and corpse brides squeezing knees of basic B's
I'm at ease, in peace
No I'm not, send help please
But no remorse is felt, boy
All of you are fragile toys, from Roy's basement of wonders, with a couple folk songs playing in the background
While I chop up an innocent for no apparent reason
But to make myself laugh at the crass audience
Like Killing Joke, that movie was terrible, oh well, say
I got a country in dismay
Got a few pounds made
And a game done, lame one, shame hun