Bullet Proof Mustache - Doctor Zygote, Strange U, King Kashmere

Bulletproof mustache.

Bulletproof mustache.

A yo, twelve little simians jumping upon the bed

One fell the fuck off, landed and bumped his head

His mother called the doctor and this is what he said:

«Smoke dust till the ambulance runs a red»

Pandora, opening up the damned box

Dash a whale in the ocean like John Hancock

Damn, when he’s finished grabbing his balls

He sat with half a gram and some British amateur porn

He should really stand up, be a man and spark a nation

But his dick was titanium alloy with armor plating

Sane, remained in the seat calm and patient

Trying to think about sandwiches, rats, Sarah Palin

On the street, rocking a dark halo

Pay attention, he’s skillfully dodging a Sharknado

They say he’s quite pathetic for causing mega harm

But his brain is cybernetic like Schwarzenegger’s arm

The skill of the man with golden meatballs

Who’ll pop the eyes out of your skull like Total Recall

The grand sapient tasting the canned flavoring

Iller than Jean Claude Van punching a damn alien

Yo, you tried shooting at the bullet proof mustache

The bullet ricochet then it rushed back so fuck that

In the club, rest with my three Uzis

Chirping a chick up in the bar with three boobies

Hit the stage to rock a mean crowd

With a tache to make Burt Reynolds seem proud -wow!-

Got them like «Wow!»

He’s got a bullet proof mustache

They planned to invade this cess pool planet in '93

But landed to find me 'Long Tall Sally' on practicing Thai Chi

Calm like a Hindu cow

Look what you’ve got yourselves into now

I train for hours in the rain

Picturesque mountainous terrain

Sixty reps in a set, smoking cigarettes in a vest

With a boulder on my pigeon chest

Left the whole city in a mess

To save a single damsel in distress

Necking whisky on me bill depressed

Angry at God but I’m still the best man for the job

Fuck a presidents blessing

I win quiet wars with deafening weapons

You’ll die before the lion roars

Fuck the credits I don’t like awards

I save us all while you shine your swords

Teabag the mother ship with fire balls

Then hit the ground like a crash landin'

I’m the last man standing like Van Damme dancin'

Raise the weapon, teach the alien race a lesson

Jesse Ventura 'tache circa 87

Swinging a bat like Freddie Flintoff

Braindead, lawn mowing limbs off

Malnourished Rambo, karate chopping a mango

Into equal portions to feed the orphans

You want your planet saving just ask

The man with the Bullet Proof Mustache

You want your planet saving just ask

The Bullet Proof Mustache!