Venom Songtext
von Mad Conductor

Few are iller than this koopa killa fluid spilla
Manager frigid, call me Lou Piniella super chilla
Never the Luger filla
I am way too intelligent to mess around with stupid clowns and goofy dealers
I move a pillar, call me Kelly Leak, you′re hella weak
My mellow beats will not be spoken over by a yellow beak
Bird-brained pigeon in my kitchen, not even a smidgeon
It's against my religion, son
I′m schooled and I'm proper rude boy rocka
Kick the white collar emcee out his Dockers
And I'm the freshest that they got so forget it
Before you catch a corn cob cleat to your lettuce
Cool ′em off with the brain-freeze speeches
I′ll eat your features like peaches and plain cheese pizzas
With the frostbite, clutch it with the claw might
Dislocate your planet from its orbit and position
While I'll be getting funky on the mic while the universe expands
Sunburnt son, never none sun tanned
I got a hand full of wishes
I don′t look at full sinks I wash dishes


Skeletor rams head, greenhouse effect will leave your plants dead
Battle cat mice trap, polarized heat will melt your ice cap
In this world that we're living in held together by gravity
We are limited to what we hear, smell or see
Touch or taste, with my senses erased I can open up my face and contemplate space
Yeah, pass the venom, this kid has it in him
Every time I have a spasm there′s an earthquake with rhythm
Steady state theory, everything has always been here
Better shave daily if you want to keep your chin clear
Mine's grizzly ′cuz I hate using Barbasol
The dean's dizzy like a Saint Louis Cardinal
Life can be a veritable smorgasborg
Plus I'm T, double E, double R, double E, double F, triple I, and triple C
To say the least
It doesn′t take to go out and say the beast
To make a feast to take a saint to play the priest
Peace for my niece, send my grandma the cease
Treading water with renowned ones in the gulf of polluted water
Discussing economics with Sacagawea and Pocahontas
After she got falls the scorpion claw
Containing dreams like overcrowded orphanage wards
Nineteen-eighty-five
Skeletor rams head, greenhouse effect will leave your plants dead
Battle cat mice trap, polarized heat will melt your ice cap
In this world that we′re living in held together by gravity
We are limited to what we hear, smell or see
Touch or taste, with my senses erased I can open up my face and contemplate space