Spazzz by The Kaleidoscope Kid Lyrics
Here's a little substance for the addicts
From the attic of my poly-psycho analytic madness and some slander for your stereos my psyches getting slanted slurping shrooms slow ya frontal lobe peyote grey matter
Slipped a soma tripped some axons did some yoga dropped some acid serotonin spells of magic splitting cells and atom smashing
Hold up murph
I think we need some contrast and
I need a cigarette
Spazzing out to smooth jazz and classical drugs camels and fucking rapid jackals dancing in blood I'm rancid as fuck stuck inside the trash and the mud free styling with the hatter smoking hash with absolem
Out the Hookah with bazooka tooth scratching at my gums from reactions of the writers syndrome manic in my tongue while medusa braids my hair and Neptune orbits the sun future third rock stoned and distorted volume
"hey blue, what the fuck did you say was in these mushrooms dog? I feel fucking crazy. shit."
This is for the kids who grow shrooms up in they closet yo and hide from they parents oh and I'm going to hell no
Not without my cigarettes to deal with all you assholes so who's coming with me
Fucking spazz
"murph you trying to smoke"
Heebie jeebie freaks breed the species of a new born missing link kid orange beanie voodoo shoes torn tie dye tees feeble minded couple screws worn loose figures of speech and third iris hues form
Hijack sphinx and hijinks with ouija boards rebel genius jinxed scratched graffiti on an easel warp an eye for an eye for an eye is a blind metaphor as far as I can see we're all evil must of struck a chord
But fuck it
I'm insane kid I'm kicking down my mental doors now get me out this straight jacket grab the tape and hit record let's get this shit straight see cause I can't take it anymore if no ones gonna speak up I got some thoughts I can't ignore
In other words fuck cops
Smoke pot blunt force
Drop syd Pink Floyd mad lib lighting stored
In bottles next to witchcraft instruments in kitchen drawers indigo grab some feathers during a buffalo horn
This is for the kids who grow shrooms up in they closet yo and hide from they parents oh and I'm going to hell no
Not without my cigarettes to deal with all you assholes so who's coming with me
Fucking spazz
"murph you trying to smoke"
This is for the kids who grow shrooms up in they closet yo and hide from they parents oh and I'm going to hell no
Not without my cigarettes to deal with all you assholes so who's coming with me
Fucking spazz
"murph you trying to smoke"
From the attic of my poly-psycho analytic madness and some slander for your stereos my psyches getting slanted slurping shrooms slow ya frontal lobe peyote grey matter
Slipped a soma tripped some axons did some yoga dropped some acid serotonin spells of magic splitting cells and atom smashing
Hold up murph
I think we need some contrast and
I need a cigarette
Spazzing out to smooth jazz and classical drugs camels and fucking rapid jackals dancing in blood I'm rancid as fuck stuck inside the trash and the mud free styling with the hatter smoking hash with absolem
Out the Hookah with bazooka tooth scratching at my gums from reactions of the writers syndrome manic in my tongue while medusa braids my hair and Neptune orbits the sun future third rock stoned and distorted volume
"hey blue, what the fuck did you say was in these mushrooms dog? I feel fucking crazy. shit."
This is for the kids who grow shrooms up in they closet yo and hide from they parents oh and I'm going to hell no
Not without my cigarettes to deal with all you assholes so who's coming with me
Fucking spazz
"murph you trying to smoke"
Heebie jeebie freaks breed the species of a new born missing link kid orange beanie voodoo shoes torn tie dye tees feeble minded couple screws worn loose figures of speech and third iris hues form
Hijack sphinx and hijinks with ouija boards rebel genius jinxed scratched graffiti on an easel warp an eye for an eye for an eye is a blind metaphor as far as I can see we're all evil must of struck a chord
But fuck it
I'm insane kid I'm kicking down my mental doors now get me out this straight jacket grab the tape and hit record let's get this shit straight see cause I can't take it anymore if no ones gonna speak up I got some thoughts I can't ignore
In other words fuck cops
Smoke pot blunt force
Drop syd Pink Floyd mad lib lighting stored
In bottles next to witchcraft instruments in kitchen drawers indigo grab some feathers during a buffalo horn
This is for the kids who grow shrooms up in they closet yo and hide from they parents oh and I'm going to hell no
Not without my cigarettes to deal with all you assholes so who's coming with me
Fucking spazz
"murph you trying to smoke"
This is for the kids who grow shrooms up in they closet yo and hide from they parents oh and I'm going to hell no
Not without my cigarettes to deal with all you assholes so who's coming with me
Fucking spazz
"murph you trying to smoke"