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watkin tudor jones – swiss lyrics

hook:
my hands are dirty, i do it by myself
filthy dirty, all ten of me
my hands are dirty i do it by myself
with love
(x2)

m.c. totally rad, i’m rough and i’m raw
the delicious monster your kids so love and adore
flesh slash a chest-gash head-smash a mess splashling
slang from my inner like a stone at the center (a sinner)
terminally ill, sick sick sick sh-t spitter like (cough)(spit)
check this out, jesus christ, what the f-ck is that?
molecules vibrate at hundred and eighty six thousand miles per second
i’m standing still, explosion, frozen, emotions
stop frame animated, smack you c-nts back-to-front
dumb insects getting manipulated by mutants
like new plans fluttering around my head
trying to catch my light, getting zapped by my luminous humanness
stop it, why are you doing this?

shut up, trying to fill the snare
lift up your head sip from the skull
blood tastes like nectar
wield the mighty microphonic scepter ‘cept that my skin is beautifully blue
come in the water it’s lovely allow me to help you to see you
this suffering is a product of your laziness
life is life, is hustle and bustle
now here take this sponge
now wash your skin off your muscles
wash your muscle off your bone
that’s it: scrub scrub scrub scrub
goodness grief
what’s that strange light bursting up from underneath
translucent lucid poor little girls totally addicted to your flesh
why is mc totally rad so ridiculously fresh?
next spirit, blessed it, rope my neck, less noisey k!ll
swing, waddy hack your little bro’s body
what is it? looking at me, through your eyeb-lls
who are you?

hook (x2)

i look very nice, without my skin-on
electronic b-boy
moths flutter around head
rock x-ray goggles
sucking on a bottle of rap very well
dropping those
fantastical black fairy-tales
waddy’s not real, nuh-uh?
waddy is just a character in this scary dream your busy having
the enigmatic magnifying gl-ss like focus-er on her watching the
dilly-dallies
run around in a silly panic
little vandals outside the the ehh
don’t know watch him stand still
life’s ill
why cease to be stuck in mind?
but the circuitry was hurting me
so i unplugged now civilians
look at me like screensavers
hey, yo, why that look of your face?
like toilet paper, little s-m-n sprayers wanna rock with the demonslayer
stick my finger in my nose, look what i got, thick black sticky
sticky bad crystallized snot

hook (x2)

- watkin tudor jones lyrics

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