Loco

My style is loco, Yoko Ono, manic, vocal I'm not your uncle, I'm aunty-social Postal, danger to the world, I've gone global Schizophrenic menace, put myself in a chokehold Ho-ho, yeah, bro, tasty like a Rolo Spiritual being, yes, I'm holy like a polo You know, you could set this song as your ringtone Lord of the ring-ring, you could be Frodo Gimli I'ma take this rhythm, man, and smoke it like a chimney I'm a punk rocker, sucker, no, I'm not an indie Kiddie with a Bindi Yes, I will be in the shed taking my meds I slice up beats like a knife through bread When I go bowling, I use decapitated heads I lose brains in the lanes, so they call me miss-a-lane-eous I'm the type of kid who makes cotton wool dangerous I'm trying hard not to lose my mind, whoa-oi I see stars when I close my eyes, whoa-oi I try to keep this beast inside, whoa-oi But I'm close to the edge and I might lose my head, so I guess you better hide My style is manic, close to the boil, volcanic I watch so much Scarface, I think I'm Hispanic Okay! Don't make me get loco on you, ese Putos! I bust a cap, watch me get messy Mentos and coke, I'm about to explode I'm so open-minded that my eyes can't close Doctor, doctor, give me some smiles A 20-pack of Valium, numb for a while Flow like the Nile, evil crocodile I've got the local zoo saved on speed dial Funky, I spent a bit of time with the monkeys I gave one a Valium, now he's a junkie Humpty Dumpty, he fell down All the king's horses were stumped somehow Hmm, of course all the horses were stumped Horses don't even have opposable thumbs I'm trying hard not to lose my mind, whoa-oi I see stars when I close my eyes, whoa-oi I try to keep this beast inside, whoa-oi But I'm close to the edge and I might lose my head, so I guess you better hide My teeth start juttering, I'm stuttering, buttering words like Flora Edible, spreadable, style glow like Aurora Northern light ignite the night tonight Excite the mic, right like a viper bite It's just my venom, it's Ren and my lucky number; seven I don't follow fashion, so I'm wearing double denim Mel Gibson crazy, my mind's a lethal weapon Got kicked out the fruit store for grabbing a girl's melons Said "Get 'em", with a baseball bat type force or a harpoon I'm knocking you for six when I hit with the beat, with a bang, with a boom I'ma fly right out of this room, I'ma take off to the moon I'ma rip when I spit when I bite my lip and I'm sick when I bust a move Like, yes sir! I'ma take this microphone and make some a cappella Music for your eardrums, it's vocal architecture Stack it up like bricks, yes, I'm stacking up that texture I bring the vibes right into the sector I'm trying hard not to lose my mind, whoa-oi I see stars when I close my eyes, whoa-oh-oh-oi I try to keep this beast inside, whoa-oi But I'm close to the edge and I might lose my head, so I guess you better hide La-la La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la, la La-la, la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la, ah-la-la La-la, la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la, la La, la-la-la-la-la