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korbin pheenix - mod squad lyrics

verse 1

speakin’ on body modifyin’ sh-t
dermagraphic b-tches shouldn’t be a clone
its odd even seein’ that you tryin’

i am laughing out loud
you cry inside
voice be quiet
sheeps in multi-colored wool is fools
give ’em the silent treatment

they get pierced up
and dont even blink
and thats cool..
but they att-tude stink somethin’ fierce!

like a vat of poo that reach up to here!
think it make you elite no!
look down ya nose at us
i throw some jabs
snap ya beak

get beat to h-ll
made ya sh-t leak
rage i keep caged in broke clear
i poke ears with twelve gauge

stuff that in ya lobe
clappin’ a chrome
gettin’ peasant etched in his tombstone
soon as my gun strobe

why yall bein’ a prude
its cool to have fun bro
yall swiss cheesy, frontin’ hard
cause you gotta buncha holes

b-tches thinkin’ they f-ckin’ special piercin’ they cl-ts
but they dna say they a pretzel wit t-ts

crevice can fit a fist in it or a 40 jug of o.e. frozen
but they get my attention showin’ the whole team..

points i prove lose light they shed
when a redhead with spider-bites
make my d-ck hard and gooch moist

b-lls hot as a kettle revvin’ they wanna spew
what is a dude..
that ain’t got metal all in his face gonna do?

choose to ho it out?
get studs from mouth to groin?
bound to f-ck if i do it now
first, i gotta live through it!

could be a big high
but gettin’ stuck 10 times
i’d od
no need to watch babe
you’ll see a pig fly

for real tho?
lames is f-ckin’ up the whole thang
sn-tch ’em down by they nose-rang
and make ’em kneel low

)hook(

mod squad!
see ’em tweakin’
they creepin’ with chicken-scratch tat
oozin’ infection like they body-piercing done shoddy
mod squad!
thats some whack sh-t
while you postin’ pics braggin’
you shoulda never let it on your body
mod squad!
dont act an -ss
take some orders
if you dont like fast-food work..
well?
tattoo ya face!
mod squad!
if you p-ssed?
open wide, get a taste
man i swear to the real ones you a disgrace
talkin’ bout that mod squad!

verse 2

this real!
f-ck what the frail may think
caint accept a lame with a septum
frontin like he play in l.a. ink

want fame?
no clout!
think he an outcast hero
in fact?
he as weak as he was befo'(before)he was hangin out

i break it down and see clearest
they scheme with appearances
some of these mod people i fear is scene-kids in disguise

they f-ck ya head up like that
we illin’ peelin’ meat off they sleeve
screamin’ ‘nice tat!’

what about discrimination
im black, b-tch hush!
that burden you bear, you chose!
i’ll close ya big mouth shut!

in a death-fight
wita lead pipe
end a d-ckhead life
stab thoo both his eyes from the side
now thats a prince albert..

to die fer(for)
meet mortality
see when most cats posin’ plur?
it makes morality an ad slogan..

if you holla it follow it..
alotta kids..
counterfeit
shot ’em up out of it
cannonball!
helpin’ yall culture out a bit!

i’ll name my new album rocket ship
so when scene b-tches hit the floor when im performin’ they’ll strip

enormous event!
all you see is choppy hair..
lip-rings.. vans..
pourin’ through the doors and vents
the allure is intense!

make you my hot topic
not talkin’ bout where you shop in the mall
you get shocked!
brains flow out ya eye-socket!

now if you p-ssed?
the tattoo fits, so it seems..
if you ain’t shooken
facebook it to get a hold of me, b-tch!

)hook(

outro

how you gon’ be inked-up?
pierced-up?
and a m-th-f-ckin’ prep?!

get the f-ck outta here, man..

- korbin pheenix lyrics

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