Way Cool - Freestyle Fellowship

Play it cool…

And don’t make no fast moves…

Do you really-really-really wanna play it cool?

You don’t even know who we are!

I ran in the house from the rain

Walked to the top of the stairs, then I turned

Looked at the room on the left

There she was, Her

Bang on the bed looking pretty but she burned

Snatched off the ring with a yank

Pulled out the shank and I dismembered her

Dancing around in the yard

Juggling jars full of souls (errr?)

Dump in the ditch in the back

Next to a shrub and a tree and a fern

Move from the friends that I planted underneath

Beneath were worms squirm

There was a storm that night

Flight from the rithering feather?

I stand stiff as if I was rest in peace decease

Please pass the lamb chop

Table full of dead people hitting the table

Is what perceived me

Omen’s

Black cats and cataracts

Dark omen’s

Come in a sewer system for my victims

Middle evict em?

contradictum

Stabb in the back?

An open a cavity?

Step back?

Oh God, mama, Jesus, Allah, Jah!

I didn’t do nothing, I didn’t see nothing

Oh, Grim reaper

Myka niiieeii

With steady body back steppin'

Where are all the children gentlemen

The devil perceve?

The rival redemed

The death of a community settlements?

Six dead men

Six dead women

Six barbecue lays

Of sauteed devils

Are done away

I run away

At night I live to fight another day

Despicable omens

Lots of bold folks too

Ones foot in, two foot in

I’m serving them homo-sapien stew

Dinner time

Holla?

no for looking at fine?

Four chicks maximum fillets

Funky and fried?

Finger licking human chicken, breast, legs, thighs, thighs

This is where the world annual cannibal time, time

Yo man, how d’ya get the meat outta of there

Suck it and throw the bones in the bucket

Damn!

That hit the spot satis-fine fine

Something you didn’t test but not to contest

With the purest wickedness for the wicked sign…

I swarm in the center of the circle with style-change

Striking your brain, finger nail to the jugular vein

Half of dance floor is stained with type-O

Your body hits the floor, your homie catches a

E-L-bow to the throat let your body flow

Well I sat in the back of the radio shack

With the axe and a fat sack, hat to the back

Could have jacked, could have sold crack, could of rat packed

Could of napped, could of slowed back, could of rolled craps

Could it fall flat back like a flap jack stack

But I’m black and an acrobat, and I know the facts

Imma wax, Imma tax, I’mma break a back!

Gotta rap, gotta trap, then I gotta strap

On the track on attack and I’m on a map

Sick of the crap, listen to the gat, bang

Yakety yak don’t talk wack

Slick like a alley cat dirty like a rat

First up to bat, headed for the shack

I ring along and sing along and bring’em like a pack?

Fresh off the rack, giving the body slack

I greet him like a soldier, and beat him with my gat

And then I go walking through another man’s mind

Chopping up his membrane sliding down his spine

Under his skin is crawling, germy, jellies moving blind

Burning smelling turning creole

With the weight of world swine?

You’re slow, every breathe a take you defecate and hurl

I’m in you, I spin you continue I see you

Can’t you hear me gnawing

And sawing your bone

An end on a feeding?

internal bleeding foam

Full blown, creepy, crazy

Cool

Turning around and around, my darling

Turning around and around…