Cyko Jones - Disco Spider

C'mon man, pick up the phone, pick up the phone
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon
Pick it up, pick it up, pick it up, pick it up, pick it up, pick it up
C'mon

Bitch, you're irrelevant
You're nothing
Why you so delicate
I'm sorry

Your feelings are stuck in a box
You pussies are all out of cocks
You wanna run with the boss
You better come with the sauce

Lookin' like a fool
Like when white kids learn to floss
They just stop tellin' me I ain't the one
Take out a gun and I shoot at the sun

Turn out the lights and let's have some fun
Time for a seance, so let's get this done
Swapping a soul for a better one
I got a new face, it's a leather one

Blood on my apron, the job is done
Done
At times I get so high
At times I get so low

At times I get so high
But I'm low, low, low
It's a new day, the skies are gray
And you know your time is up

Fighting the devil, he's not on my level
I'm killing him with his fork
Burning the planet and reaping my havoc
I'm robbing the rich for the poor

Swinging a sword at witchy whores
Gypsy bitches who want much more
Using the force to fight them off
Raise my hands like a sorcerer

Never gonna get it like a source award
Laying on my floor, bored
Visions of torture along the shore
We are just monsters in masks

Slapping raptors, acting like hoes
Leaving them left in the path
At times I get so high
At times I get so low

At times I get so high
But I'm low, low, low
Bitches are irrelevant
Why you delicate

Why you so delicate
Bitches are irrelevant
Why you so delicate
You remember 9-11

Written by:
Ed Bonafide

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