Infinite Kif Songtext
von Watkin Tudor Jones

Settle, settle down boys, fuck it is late
Got Spoek Mathambo, Hans Double(?) pumping his fists in the corner
Settle down man, its stop thinking about my beat, its my beat
Relax, i'm down fuck it i'm down.

I hate Eugene Terror and all your fuckin' white knights
(Do do do do, do do do do, do)
Welcome to my fright night!
[Beat boxing]
Beat Box Slayer
Your wife masturbates to Steve Hoffmeier, uh
Now here's my word to your daughter
If your dad ever puts his hands in your pants or
Tries to make you touch his willy go tell your mom
Same goes for your brother and your uncle and your cousin
Think the rapper knows what's up, but he doesn't
Hey don't bug me, I'm watching the rugby


The biltong makes me feel strong
Stretchy bitches love me
Patricia Lewis knows who's the newest
MC Totally Rad, I'm rocking knee-high khaki socks
Bitches from Benoni wanna blow me
I'm sending big shout outs to all my satanic homies
Throat sucking goats fucking from bloemfontein to Port Elizabeth
I'm bored of Visitors from Zimbabwe trying to park my car
Leave me alone, I can park it on my own!

(Word)
I'm on some 1992 brand new with a 80s twist
Lightning bolts, loop machines, brainwash amazingness (fok.)
Pop terrorists, destroy all competitors
Dark nemesis, manipulate media


I don't live on the streets, but I walk on the streets
Fly through outer space when I talk on the beat
When I enter the place, everyone gawking at me
Like my head is a microwave and my body's a fridge
Open my chest, stare at my lights,
So what I'm a robot?
Don't try open my head, read the warning dummy
You'll get dead very quick,
I'm very, very sick.
Right here on earth,
Trying my best to get better,
Rappers all high, rapping from inside the space station,
The space monkeys in the circle, nodding their heads vacant,
You're running out of energy, no more sun,
Rent money, food, irrelevance, ET phone home.
I fly in the air and flex my skill at big fancy festivals,
Smile for the camera, grabbing my testicles.
Rappers sound identical, like awards festivals.
You puff fluffy play-play, coochi-woochi I'm terrible.
(RARR!)

Now run tell your mommy,
Fuck the money, I"m in it for the young girls punani
Sniff, sniff, cooshi-tush, push mushy bush
Yeah dog! (I'm not your dog I'm a wolf.)
I rap like I'm standing next to you in the lift without speaking
When you're thinking about what you're doing this weekend.
You in the shallow end with arm bands,
I'm in the deep end, underwater your legs look good
You're like "what the?"

I'm on some 1992 brand new with a 80s twist
Lightning bolts, loop machines, brainwash amazingness
Pop terrorists, destroy all competitors
Dark nemesis, manipulate media

I'm real like the landlord,
The lord of the land,
Your stuff's stuck as fuck,
Everyone is bored of you man.
You know when you go to sleep funny and you can't feel your leg?
Well you're still asleep, dummy, plus your whole heads gone dead.
I'll punch you in the face, you still won't feel it,
Like POW! did you feel that? Exactly!

I walk around town, refrigerator style it ain't the monarchy
Kids laugh, fill me with stuff, making fun of me
Til I overheat emotionally,
Hubbly-bubbly for company
MC Totally Rad hug a tree

Rappers are stupid, very fucking stupid,
Not quite as stupid as me, I'm the new kid
Walking down the block, in my kak flip-flops,
Pajama pants, my t-shirt says "fuck hip hop"
People look at me like I'm some kind of gross stain
This ghost plane is most strange, I'll hurt your head like growth pains

I live on my own like a dream come true,
Who would of thought?
I'm like "wow, this is incredible!"
All the other me's before me looking to the future
With a big glow on the chest give me a round of applause
Feed money to a fucking dead header wetter
Interesting mood spreader make everything better
Fucking yes poescuntfuckshitwhat
Nothing, so fuck off dick in the mouth wanker

Burn you
MC Totally Rad
DJ Fuck
Aka Fucknrad
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