Octane

It's elementary, Watson
I've spent a century watching
debauchery poppin off like y'all went to college with me
to receive a degree in psychology and marine biology
and Ana Kournikovagy, Harvard be garbage
y'all be retarded, a part of my partying art is
i mardi gras when i'm carded
i show the bouncer my pecks for a measly second
and i get a beeded necklace
and you're gonna need a checklist
cause i'm gonna redirect the context of this next section so much
that i'll mud wrestle you such that we'll need refs up the butt
like Frank the Tank my dank is sank cause it's the hydro
leave them on a high note
walk the plank and die slow while i flow
cause i know that i show
the microphone i hold
the best night of its life since it wifed a dildo
i'm chill though i'm still known
to cuddle with my pillow
i couple with Petrillo
i huddle with the Bills, yo

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who is this Mr. Burns-a-lot who's got game
Sickabod Sane's my particular pop name
write about whatever let it stream but not main
i can do whatever like the weather i'm not trained
i get people blowed with my flow like cocaine
i pray for all the soldiers in the sand who got slain
i think of all the baseball in Seattle that got rained out
you wanna blow just hold a match up to octane, Bloww

Wow, holy cow, i wow the crowd
i'm like Live '98 without out of bounds and fouls turned off
i burn off calories when i rattle analogies
you're like cattle with allergies
all you do is just moo and sneeze
while you and your crew of g's
can boo while i'm spewing these
big words that you can't believe
you're like damn what is happening
i'm like dude i'm just Japanese
i trapeze in the breeze easily
feeding the trees breathing
the reason to free heathens
what the blood clot
rubber in the glove box
keep the meter running til i'm featured in a mugshot
i always add a little base to make the freakin sub pop
little shop of horrors got the flourist in a sub-plot
Josie Maran's apparently a parent to be
i know she's daring and caring enough to marry me
and if she doesn't then i'll concede like Kerry's team
and tear my jeans and cause a Karrie scene with kerosene and scare the teens
cause this is Prom Night all over again
i'm in the limo with my former girlfriend and then
the defendant is sending me back to the judge
the little boy sounds like a cat and now i'm back to the Grudge
my back's to the wall at the Max with Screech and Turtle
while A.C.'s at the track and keeps leapin hurdles
and i have no clue if girls still wear silk gurdles
all i know is how to flow and why whole milk curdles
i'm scientifically gifted, that or consistently lifted
that or terrific and listed in the yellow pagers for ragers and major misfits
look you don't wanna miss this
it's Santa's annual visit
you have a Merry Christmas!

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