Planetory Destruction Songtext
Talkin' and, you know, the crazy part is
We're all drinkin' out here in the galaxy, hahahaha
Ayy, yo
Uh, ayy, yo, straight off the cuff
I came to fuck your mom, no bluff
My flow tough like elephant skin
My knight takes your queen
What a elegant pair, me and my brethren
Wrappin' up 2097, jump on the MPC
We're all drinkin' out here in the galaxy, hahahaha
Ayy, yo
Uh, ayy, yo, straight off the cuff
I came to fuck your mom, no bluff
My flow tough like elephant skin
My knight takes your queen
What a elegant pair, me and my brethren
Wrappin' up 2097, jump on the MPC
I program to a ProTools like a fuckin' NPC
'Cause I rhyme greater
Skinny motherfucker like Lupin the Third
Jump on the track, homie, that's my word
Peep the section, only shoot in one direction
And smoke a blunt down 9-1-7
One, six, zero, four, nine, three, eleven
And you can get lost in hip-hop perfеction
Dapper down in tight shit when I write shit
Show my lyrics to a nun and shе might shit bricks
The type to give a addict they fix
I'm the modern day Abbott in this bitch
Fuck a Costello, know Doc D never mellow
Rippin' through the galaxy, tell me who bad as me
Step to me, I get charged with assault and battery
Dog shit on the greatest alive, I'm the latter B
What a catastrophe, you steppin' to me, then peep the weaponry
'Fore I defeat your ass like leprosy, you punk bitch
2097, we're here Number one on the charts for thirty-seven weeks in a row
It's your boy, the one and only, Buck Naked, and
Kyle
Yo, understand, yo, not playin' this year
Goofy motherfucker, fall back to the rear
Get that bullshit out the atmosphere
Settin' shit off, that's the reason we here
Legacy raps, Doc D on the track
Hennessy splash, somethin' thick on my lap
Black Air Force, stash spot with the cash
It's the rap pack, stack Gs like rap
Fuck a microphone, I'm on the war path
Pussy-foot niggas want beef, where ya at?
More action, more excitement, more everything
The phones are lighting up here at Cosmos Radio, along with the entire universe
You are turned in with the greatest hosts in the galaxy
DJ Buck Naked and Kyle
Well, it seems Doctor Destruction is on yet another planetory rampage
Isn't that right Kyle?
He sure is, Buck, the year 2097 has been a eventful one so far
And this maniac just won't stop terrorizing the galaxy
I couldn't agree more, but you know what?
Let's at least give the people a soundtrack to their inevitable destruction
Now, you got a corpse in the car, minus a head in the garage
Take me to it
A please would be nice
Come again?
I said, "A please would be nice"
Get it straight, buster, I'm not here to say please
I'm here to tell you what to do
And if self-preservation is an instinct you possess
You better fuckin' do it and do it quick
I'm here to help, if my help's not appreciated
Best of luck, gentlemen
No, no, no, Mister Wolfe, it ain't like that
Your help is definitely appreciated
Mister Wolfe, listen, I don't mean disrespect
Okay, I respect you
I just don't like people Barkin' orders at me, that's all
If I'm curt with you it's because time is a factor
I think fast, I talk fast
And I need you guys to act fast if you wanna get out of this
So, pretty please, with sugar on top
Clean the fuckin' car
'Cause I rhyme greater
Skinny motherfucker like Lupin the Third
Jump on the track, homie, that's my word
Peep the section, only shoot in one direction
And smoke a blunt down 9-1-7
One, six, zero, four, nine, three, eleven
And you can get lost in hip-hop perfеction
Dapper down in tight shit when I write shit
Show my lyrics to a nun and shе might shit bricks
The type to give a addict they fix
I'm the modern day Abbott in this bitch
Fuck a Costello, know Doc D never mellow
Rippin' through the galaxy, tell me who bad as me
Step to me, I get charged with assault and battery
Dog shit on the greatest alive, I'm the latter B
What a catastrophe, you steppin' to me, then peep the weaponry
'Fore I defeat your ass like leprosy, you punk bitch
2097, we're here Number one on the charts for thirty-seven weeks in a row
It's your boy, the one and only, Buck Naked, and
Kyle
Yo, understand, yo, not playin' this year
Goofy motherfucker, fall back to the rear
Get that bullshit out the atmosphere
Settin' shit off, that's the reason we here
Legacy raps, Doc D on the track
Hennessy splash, somethin' thick on my lap
Black Air Force, stash spot with the cash
It's the rap pack, stack Gs like rap
Fuck a microphone, I'm on the war path
Pussy-foot niggas want beef, where ya at?
More action, more excitement, more everything
The phones are lighting up here at Cosmos Radio, along with the entire universe
You are turned in with the greatest hosts in the galaxy
DJ Buck Naked and Kyle
Well, it seems Doctor Destruction is on yet another planetory rampage
Isn't that right Kyle?
He sure is, Buck, the year 2097 has been a eventful one so far
And this maniac just won't stop terrorizing the galaxy
I couldn't agree more, but you know what?
Let's at least give the people a soundtrack to their inevitable destruction
Now, you got a corpse in the car, minus a head in the garage
Take me to it
A please would be nice
Come again?
I said, "A please would be nice"
Get it straight, buster, I'm not here to say please
I'm here to tell you what to do
And if self-preservation is an instinct you possess
You better fuckin' do it and do it quick
I'm here to help, if my help's not appreciated
Best of luck, gentlemen
No, no, no, Mister Wolfe, it ain't like that
Your help is definitely appreciated
Mister Wolfe, listen, I don't mean disrespect
Okay, I respect you
I just don't like people Barkin' orders at me, that's all
If I'm curt with you it's because time is a factor
I think fast, I talk fast
And I need you guys to act fast if you wanna get out of this
So, pretty please, with sugar on top
Clean the fuckin' car
