Take these two cats, strip down in metal gear
And words from their faces echo
"That's metal", swears
Starving, but happy, bombers of stealth
Who never cried on yellow brick roads until they found themselves
--and since then, my placement of ten men
I grew up in an iron galaxy
Where everyday is like
You smell smoke, but fire you don't see
My soul is a precious metal that I wrap around me
Like Mario, 64 to be precise
I know soldiers of fortune don't like to gamble
But inadvertently they roll the dice
When that knight in shining armour ran off with Guinevere
I was there to threaten the downfall of Camelot's tar pot
Now I'm here to play connect the dots with your face
That's cannibal ox
The truth cuts, like space ghost
Wheels of steel principles, but with a -
Rular smack to the knuckles in addition
If you try to steal my principles, (that's the principle)
If you're stainless, act as if I care
In due time imperfection with tarnish your silver ware
Enter the litter box, where some cats mold their toes
Not knowing who's going to be the next de-comp-osing host
Over the all mighty cheese
Even though its got holes in it
Like the souls of murderers and thieves
And the harm do back to you
Is a mechanic karma, fuelled by the hunger
That shall consume you all
You should have fell off the earth when you thought it was flat
Last time I recall
Cannibal ox is the next catch-22
Divided that by two elevenths
Too indivisible
Cannibals lock
Cannibals shot
Leaving those tangible knots
Cannibal o
Handle you slow
Cannibal pro
With animal flows
What, metal gear niggers!
Who the hell's meda-ling?
Vordul flowing on track, metal wing
Concocting thought channel
Turn on microphone attachment panel
Cannibal lexicon reverb, verbal meat eater
Toasting, mine similar, to loaded nine heater
Mental blocking, cocking, jammed, glocking
Technological defect FEEDER
Lefty clutching, automatic amazing pen
Might touch savage tragedy bleeder
Right hand torn off, sawn off shotty
Body of vordul, inhaling explosive shell seeker
Such hanibal vets
Killer canine holds technology
Not toasted against the shell ghost
Bear hugged in nine layers of mechanical flesh
I swear cuddle gun luck is swung, trouble lung
Dodge and runs
Locked in, my flesh helmet
The best felt it when I wrote it
Broken bow and arrow sparrow
Flown on paper collided with with dirty, whilst flutter
Please forgive me for licking you with the organic box cutter
Pretty mechanic cannibal ox stutter, on that
My ox swing on tracks like hey Zeus frozen in gold
If Apollo swallowed his heavy medallion whole
Slow, mechanical sling blade runners
Futuristically built ghettos brothers palm metal
Gina gurshung, gunners, what the fuck lazer burners
Held in the small digits of children inside a city of lost midgets
Blood on the cloaks of broken winged pigeons
Spitting metal's with ox's under their tongue
Article, done, swinging particle sun
Jammed from the jugular stem, pendulum, mechanical
I apologize for spilling anime to Godzilla
Pissed off metallic mandible jaw bone pillage
(Practice what you preach
So you don't forfeit the scrimmage)
Slowly we settle into famine
While metal cannon's handled in the five digitals
Of apathetically massaged phyicee, shell holded
While flesh wounded, in hell, criticals
I'm too motherfucking ill, cannibal ox
Mechanical shots will spill
It's war against all of you
Stepping into my dimension
Did I mention
I have to let my team of flotation device
Nice emcees, digitally remastered themselves and re
-Materialised the essence
He'll become flotation, here's a quotation
I'm holding nations, I'm slowly awaiting
Closing faces with my cannibal ox cutter knowledge
Razor blade got caught in-between my spleen
Built in, now lets start the revolution
We're shooting, stop that knowledge
I'm dropping, what is known as my urbanite
Anti collage liffin'
Realise that I'm only living through the eyes of a pigeon