Witchdoctopus - Wild Grind Lyrics

You're weak
But I'm meeker
Take a stab
See how
Ketchup leaks when knives seek her
My mouth is a
Speaker
My words are a streaker
Wearing nothing but sneakers
I drink beer from a beaker
Shoot myself till I'm leaking
Disappear but I'm reeking
I start to rust
Now I'm creaking
But you'll never catch me sneaking
You'll only see the blood on your hands and start shrieking
Strictly speaking
I'll be tearing down the gate
Of Bill Gate's estate
Killing big brother and sedating anyone in my way
I'm a magician on a mission
With a predisposition for technology's demolition
I bring a new definition for ammunition
And in addition
There is no price of admission for the ignition of tradition
Or the decomposition of your so-called position
Of authority
There's more to me than you think
You're a whore to me
Dressed in pink
Don't blink
When I spill ink it's fickle
I'm pegging your brain with nickels
I'm the evil twin of Buddha resurrected with scars and a sickle
I'm brain dead and twitching
Itching to get my fix
I'm sick. It's bacterial
I just snorted six lines of Trix cereal
But that was just a prefix to cake mix
My bag of tricks
Is a line of bricks to build a great wall of sticks
How many licks does it take to get to the center of the world?
How many dicks does it take to get to the center of a girl?
I'm in the middle of a whirl
Swirling in a storm
And I can't seem to perform the reform it takes to
Transform the norm from a swarm to a plural form
The world is torn
And I'm standing some how more naked than the day I was born