Rock by Twyll th` ChyllTyrant Lyrics
Used to be a minor dick, run around the dope fiend diner
Mom and dad out here selling plastic china, major vaginas
Driving to the brighter lights every time they get inspired
By mindless cyber spiders, cypher writers and daily rhymers
Me and you, we were ready to conspire to acquire the riders
But now here, hear a roar like a lion, by which i mean a raw liar
But yet i'm ready to auto fire shots like america online designer
At the crooked empire if it's hot, the sniper, quick to viper
Because even i, myself, i know how the pressures getting
Could have used the imposed reminder, dose the other guy
The old timer, post armageddon, the cold heart, no forgiving
Back from the show called survivor, the whole cast signers
Child outcast of the wild ghosts, when they're so busy forgetting
The riled spy spires of the outsiders in tradition of religions
Are their misfit fighters with lighters, leaping at suspicions
The sinking feeling of pipers, strap supplying the victims
Trap biters, baring teeth on the trash, bout to blow the jackass
Into two more holes for your organs, church, so if you're holy
Go higher. start recording. there's no limit or restriction
On me or my missions in the villages of villains and demons
To incriminate the wicked and teach idiots what they are being
That the fiction is they can't face the facts without friction
When they're children end up missing with the milk cartons
In the kitchen from a traffic signal that witnessed them start it
Fishing out the addicted sick ones while the rich busters forfeit
Sitting in the public restroom flicking their vaporized cigarettes
The big gun is in the restaurant basement, take that to parents
And let the hatred of naked nature chase you through scarcest
To the bank safe, save that ass a good spank space sacred
Before you retire. i'm out on the wire, with the whole nation
But i'm in the game like the fucking umpire. go catch a ball
Son of the bullet, yeah that name can go in the clip. scrawled
Quoted out the grown ups who couldn't pass the same test, at all
That's called quizlet. they can't try and still everything is wrong
Because the alphabet is left like even a sniff of some scratching
Of that right shit. i might think swifter than thundering lightning
Bucking quicker than the pick ups but i ain't with that white crypt
When all i seen was the black of gutter waters. the river styx
Get a whiff off my closed hand that i just had open my pants
It stinks when i patriot pat you on the shoulder to loosen grips
Up on headaches, back to the packs, acres because i'm goosing
On you rats with the ratchet, dang racket, dangling goofy
Name tags say dingus like some booger eating poop smackers
I'm banging on you until you smooch lucifer's satan scrambler
Scooch on the lunch snacks, scooting like a scat from the jazzy
When i hang you off a stack attack, cracker rack em, snazzy
Kisses, i'm your worst nightmare, snag the rag like your drag
Whipping like a boosted bag, doing it to you, soup or salad
Du jeur, dude can't stand it, i ain't seated like you, group ballot
I ran, moving up like iraq with uranium, the new ballads, battles
Out open lands through a huge human life span. stupid baeddels
Mom and dad out here selling plastic china, major vaginas
Driving to the brighter lights every time they get inspired
By mindless cyber spiders, cypher writers and daily rhymers
Me and you, we were ready to conspire to acquire the riders
But now here, hear a roar like a lion, by which i mean a raw liar
But yet i'm ready to auto fire shots like america online designer
At the crooked empire if it's hot, the sniper, quick to viper
Because even i, myself, i know how the pressures getting
Could have used the imposed reminder, dose the other guy
The old timer, post armageddon, the cold heart, no forgiving
Back from the show called survivor, the whole cast signers
Child outcast of the wild ghosts, when they're so busy forgetting
The riled spy spires of the outsiders in tradition of religions
Are their misfit fighters with lighters, leaping at suspicions
The sinking feeling of pipers, strap supplying the victims
Trap biters, baring teeth on the trash, bout to blow the jackass
Into two more holes for your organs, church, so if you're holy
Go higher. start recording. there's no limit or restriction
On me or my missions in the villages of villains and demons
To incriminate the wicked and teach idiots what they are being
That the fiction is they can't face the facts without friction
When they're children end up missing with the milk cartons
In the kitchen from a traffic signal that witnessed them start it
Fishing out the addicted sick ones while the rich busters forfeit
Sitting in the public restroom flicking their vaporized cigarettes
The big gun is in the restaurant basement, take that to parents
And let the hatred of naked nature chase you through scarcest
To the bank safe, save that ass a good spank space sacred
Before you retire. i'm out on the wire, with the whole nation
But i'm in the game like the fucking umpire. go catch a ball
Son of the bullet, yeah that name can go in the clip. scrawled
Quoted out the grown ups who couldn't pass the same test, at all
That's called quizlet. they can't try and still everything is wrong
Because the alphabet is left like even a sniff of some scratching
Of that right shit. i might think swifter than thundering lightning
Bucking quicker than the pick ups but i ain't with that white crypt
When all i seen was the black of gutter waters. the river styx
Get a whiff off my closed hand that i just had open my pants
It stinks when i patriot pat you on the shoulder to loosen grips
Up on headaches, back to the packs, acres because i'm goosing
On you rats with the ratchet, dang racket, dangling goofy
Name tags say dingus like some booger eating poop smackers
I'm banging on you until you smooch lucifer's satan scrambler
Scooch on the lunch snacks, scooting like a scat from the jazzy
When i hang you off a stack attack, cracker rack em, snazzy
Kisses, i'm your worst nightmare, snag the rag like your drag
Whipping like a boosted bag, doing it to you, soup or salad
Du jeur, dude can't stand it, i ain't seated like you, group ballot
I ran, moving up like iraq with uranium, the new ballads, battles
Out open lands through a huge human life span. stupid baeddels