And you continue to eat automobiles.
Then, when there are no more automobiles,
You go out at night and consume saloons where the folk meet:
They face each other and dance cheek to cheek,
Dancing one on one, man to man, toe to toe.
Don’t move too slow, because the Martian is finished with automobiles.
He is consuming saloons, verily, from wall to wall, door to door, and hall to hall… he will consume them all.
O Bliss! Be uncorrupted!
Take a tour through the waste management tunnels.
Don’t vex your mind. Paint a locomotive.
You will be singing in the rain.
I said continue. Sing contemporary songs in the fashion of punk.
You’re wierd, you’re not too bright, and your girlfriend is a woman of ill repute.
You’re bankrupt, and your child was actually fathered by another man. Everybody knows it, too.
Your father tells you that “you’re stupid.” Your only rebuttal to his argument is: “I love my girlfriend, I’ll never let her go!”
Heh heh… I love those lyrics; didn’t even have to look them up! lol…
You’re wack, you’re twisted, your girl’s a ho
You’re broke, the kid ain’t yours, and everybody knows
Your old man say you stupid, you be like, “So?”
I love my baby mama I never let her go.
Yo, what up Butter Pec’? Girl, you got me shy to speak
You the same dime piece that I saw last week
On the dancefloor, yo, the way you bligh
Make a club of thugs do the Electric Slide
Pretty in pink, come here, let me buy you a drink
Armaretta sour orders put us both in sync’
-RZA, La Rhumba
Good one! Hmm, guess I didn’t know it as well as I thought I did. For some reason I was remembering it as: “you wack, you stupid…” but you’re right, it’s “twisted.” Oh, well.