58.9 - MC Chris

58.9 - MC Chris

Альбом
MC Chris Foreverrr, Pt. 1
Год
2014
Язык
`English`
Длительность
138030

Below is the lyrics of the song 58.9 , artist - MC Chris with translation

Lyrics " 58.9 "

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58.9

MC Chris

Something big is coming did you fail to see the signs?

Did I say don’t cross the streams?

I guess I changed my mind

Do I like to get a sample be it stool or slime?

Is the atomic weight of cobalt 58.9?

Ghosts be gone it’s Egon and I’m about to bust

Antique neck tie I’m the guy to trust

I got really high hair even when I’m not scared

Built the gear that you fear beasts best beware

We specialize in ESP and the sciences implied

If you’re dropping off a minion better get him inside

We’re the guys with the goggles and the meters that measure

We hunt for ghosts and green geists not wildlife or treasure

It’s a pleasure to endeavor bell rings and we rise

Our prize is a poltergeist with ice in its eyes

They can be chilling but we’re willing cause our billing is high

Call JL5−2020 soon your money is mine

I calculate on a computer that I keep in my pocket

I tried trepanation but Venkman had to go and stop it

I wear an ectoscope to hear invisible sounds

No amounts in your accounts then the busters will bounce

Something big is coming did you fail to see the signs?

Did I say don’t cross the streams?

I guess I changed my mind

Do I like to get a sample be it stool or slime?

Is the atomic weight of cobalt 58.9?

I’m the boy with the toys just employ us for the proof

My parents wouldn’t let me play with toys as a youth

I tried to nullify gravity experimented with explosives

Had a slinky that I straightened couldn’t tell you the motive

I cut collective subconscious or a past life intervention

Then with gumption my assumption is paranormal possession

Girls leave me guessin' did I fail to mention I’m single

Predicted the death of print before they invented the kindle

Females want my epididymis we’re innocent animals

Melnitz has swell bits I complimented her clavicle

She’s psychic, thinks I’ll die but her feeling’s unfounded

Don’t think she’s my type I bet she’d like the accountant

Prefer spores and fungus controlling statues with advantage

The opposite sex is perplexing but mold I can manage

They terrify beyond capacity for rational thought

I guess I freak if there’s a weak electrochemical bond

Something big is coming did you fail to see the signs?

Did I say don’t cross the streams?

I guess I changed my mind

Do I like to get a sample be it stool or slime?

Is the atomic weight of cobalt 58.9?

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