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Michael Check 1212

from Nothing is Real by DEADCELL

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lyrics

Mic Check Mic Check One Two One Two
What the Fuck You Mother Fuckers Really Gonna Do?
Mic Check Mic Check One Two One Two
What the Fuck You Mother Fuckers Really Gonna Do?

[Sleepy]
They poison the food, so this is what its come to
America running guns, the plug for the drugs too
believing the news, from people trying to fuck you
Mass hypnosis, on the tube they got you stuck to
Economic philosophy, is a hostile dichotomy
with the prophecies, that's written in geometry
splitting us constantly, for a possible robbery
View truths velocity, through cosmic optometry
The future explodes, under protection of drones
Investment directs elections, never question the throne
My perception it flows, with trajection of code
That they download in lobes of cybernetic clooones (yo)
No fucks given celebate, enveloped in elegance
I see the relevance in lies and embellishments
Bring rebellious elements to these delicate delegates
Before artificial intelligence melting your skeletons

Mic Check Mic Check One Two One Two
What the Fuck You Mother Fuckers Really Gonna Do?
Mic Check Mic Check One Two One Two
What the Fuck You Mother Fuckers Really Gonna Do?

[Shakelous]
It's the two-pump chump, broke his leg in a sump
Licking Nacho Cheese Doritos off the tip of his thumbs
such a nice guy, zipper open, dick hanging out
Push her head down by the steering wheel
and blow it in her mouth
Sleezy man like Joey Ryan
probably really close to dying
Doctors telling me to
hang up the boots like Daniel Bryan
I'ma head to Japan (Yes!)
And slap Kenny Omega (Yes!)
And break Osprey's knees (Yes!)
As a tribute to Vader (It's Time) [RIP]
Ayo, I'm sick of all these Smart Marks
Thinking that they're Hard Sharks
Smell like cheeseburgers and large farts
They claim they hate the product,
and memorize the details
sit on twitter all day, harrassing females
You're so cool! Never change!
Really, you're the greatest!
When you turn your back
I'll Brogue Kick your ass like Sheamus
Mid-West Lobster Head
King Poseidon in the kiddy-pool
Toxic waste up in ya' lake,
That Shakespeare's a witty fool

Mic Check Mic Check One Two One Two
What the Fuck You Mother Fuckers Really Gonna Do?
Mic Check Mic Check One Two One Two
What the Fuck You Mother Fuckers Really Gonna Do?

[DEADCELL]
In Iraq they're using bombs with depleted uranium
Babies been born with swollen brains up in their cranium
While in the US we're all living too fresh
Binge watching celebrities, man Hogan Knows Best
Or some other dumb shit, co-dependent on Netflix
Poisoning your brains till you fucks become sick
Lick a dick up! Bitch better swallow the load!
Put the pedal to the floor and keep ya eyes on the road
So fuck a dyke cunt, wifeys drink done getting spiked up
Two hours later getting piped up with a bike pump
I blow the pussy wide like that dude's head in Scanners
Spread them thighs aside like I'm the Clit Commander
Got a head full of knowledge and a dick full of cum
Humanities been doomed since Eve bit from the plum
You wanna open up your mind? Put this tab on your tongue

Mic Check Mic Check One Two One Two
What the Fuck You Mother Fuckers Really Gonna Do?
Mic Check Mic Check One Two One Two
What the Fuck You Mother Fuckers Really Gonna Do?

I am the master of the CLIT
Remember this fucking face
Whenever you see CLIT, you'll see this fucking face
I make that shit work.
It does whatever the fuck I tell it to
No one rules the CLIT like me,
Not this little fuck
None of you little fucks out there
I AM THE CLIT COMMANDER!
When it comes down to business
This is what I do, I pinch it like this
Ooh you little fuck, then I rub my nose

credits

from Nothing is Real, released September 11, 2018
Lyrics and Vocals by Samuel Perkins and Daniel Shakespeare
Produced by Verbal of Fat Sound Records
Written and Recorded at Bohemian Grove, CA
Mixed and Mastered by King Snake Louis XIII
at the Lucha Libre Temple in Long Island, NY
Executive Produced by Big Boss, Cobra Unit 7
deadcellrap.bandcamp.com

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