| Song | Ridiculoid |
| Artist | El-P |
| Album | El-P Presents Cannibal Oxtrumentals |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:00.00] | 作词 : Arrington, Gardner, Meline |
| [00:10.44] | (El-P) |
| [00:15.27] | Shutup... Yo, yo, yo, yo |
| [00:15.69] | My life's not right (check one) |
| [00:16.23] | My life's not right (check two) |
| [00:18.09] | My life's not right (check three) |
| [00:18.63] | Are you ready? |
| [00:18.87] | (El-P) (you know this was supposed to be for my album though...?) |
| [00:29.46] | (Vast Aire) (oh... whateva) |
| [00:29.85] | (El-P) (its ok...) |
| [00:32.67] | When I send a sickness (ease down) dark soldiers |
| [00:35.46] | fallin in with flying debris |
| [00:37.11] | and bad programs of landmines |
| [00:38.79] | that remind me of the ***iest of slow jams |
| [00:40.86] | I pull a glock or fiver murder the group by numbers |
| [00:43.50] | I was nursed by the biggest of buildings |
| [00:45.36] | and had the sonic volcanic cap |
| [00:46.95] | that the butcher have attached to his dead mother |
| [00:49.23] | now this material might walk with a twitch and live for the twisted **** |
| [00:52.65] | images of *boy scouts* getting pistol whipped |
| [00:54.30] | electronic talents fold |
| [00:55.83] | the realest television is the one that talks out loud to you |
| [00:58.35] | when the plug is corroded out |
| [00:59.85] | and they say productivity is up this month but I've lost my passion |
| [01:02.76] | sick of waiting in line for my weekly chocolate ration |
| [01:05.28] | its bad health and industrial sadness |
| [01:07.26] | never helped by tofu franks or sadistic maggots |
| [01:10.05] | this addiction is more random |
| [01:11.64] | I walk door to door Mormon style spitting my sick tantrums |
| [01:14.85] | because I wasn't born handsome |
| [01:16.02] | now that my life's complete with a capacity to push greatness buttons |
| [01:18.54] | with beats that have to be registered |
| [01:19.71] | as *** offenders represented to the public |
| [01:21.63] | I'll exfoliate your face with the acid inside my stomach |
| [01:24.57] | Binge and purge, we live in thirty second blurbs |
| [01:27.09] | and if consumers stopped existing we'd forget how to use words |
| [01:30.33] | just ******' eat each other til the next *ice age* occurs |
| [01:32.58] | or at the source awards scratchin our heads like "what happened??" |
| [01:35.46] | if the kids would've disclosed that you all lost if you just ask them |
| [01:38.40] | out to plant life that sits and looks pretty |
| [01:40.65] | to attract curious intersection angels when in the city |
| [01:43.32] | that's below any self-respecting actress in a german schiester film |
| [01:46.32] | who gobbled doggie **** and human feces |
| [01:48.36] | my fingers tap buttons with sanctified awareness |
| [01:50.97] | from heart scan to pulse readings |
| [01:52.68] | this a voice from a dead dimension without astral projection |
| [01:55.92] | the sluggish rugged discuss bunk that hovers |
| [01:58.62] | Acme lab rat escape barely breathing through the heating vents |
| [02:01.98] | I'll try to come back for my family before the poison feeding commence |
| [02:04.95] | but if I should exhaust God's patience on *someone* better take my place ***** |
| [02:07.77] | tell 'em it's the love that got me this far |
| [02:09.18] | and it's in my dreams I see their faces and... |
| [02:10.89] | (Vordul) |
| [02:11.16] | Murderers is like handles that clap sandals |
| [02:13.62] | hand sand off tools and I can't stand on two |
| [02:16.77] | amped off booze wheelie with my ancle bruised |
| [02:19.44] | on the block silly with a mint ?ellie? |
| [02:21.51] | watch young ladies hop scotch with the pink jellies |
| [02:24.27] | that's me trying to wop vetti |
| [02:25.95] | with the longness and pot-bellied |
| [02:28.05] | til it's nauseous a raw dog orphan straight out of the orphanage often |
| [02:32.76] | lost in a realm tryin to find cells |
| [02:34.83] | strapped like a marksman with raps that'll off kids mad hi |
| [02:38.13] | got my mind wrapped in a coffin resurrect thoughts in amorphous |
| [02:42.24] | morph into Aquaman polyin in waters talkin to dolphins |
| [02:46.23] | to get that bilingual spittin ?charm? tryin to get it on |
| [02:49.83] | and spit a thorn that'll split a form in half studyin math |
| [02:53.55] | light 'dro Eaton's love mixed with ash |
| [02:55.86] | spit bats that stick to DAT's |
| [02:58.29] | sip snapples and twist off caps when you ****** with the sickest cats |
| [03:09.93] | (Vast Aire) |
| [03:10.11] | Yo |
| [03:10.17] | My life's not right (check one) |
| [03:10.71] | My life's not right (check two) |
| [03:17.16] | My life's not right (check three) |
| [03:17.91] | Are you ready??? |
| [03:18.15] | See I exist |
| [03:19.74] | iron fist |
| [03:20.07] | metal speech |
| [03:20.79] | scientist |
| [03:21.42] | came out the womb of a phoenix expect nothin less |
| [03:24.30] | then a mature flame velocity's my plane my thought is my train |
| [03:28.50] | the galaxy's the body sun is the heart and the black hole's the brain |
| [03:32.91] | heard my verse, *ain't nothin the same*. |
| [03:35.01] | I leave your mouth open when you're standin |
| [03:36.99] | (the word's the midget) esophagus is the cannon |
| [03:39.72] | cipher unknown the upper hand on overstandin watch the landin |
| [03:43.68] | believe it or not I'm walkin on air |
| [03:45.99] | last of America's heroes here to close the circle |
| [03:49.29] | I still remember the days of Coleco |
| [03:51.75] | a daily struggle but I hold onto the vision |
| [03:54.42] | hip hop at it's best when it lacked television |
| [03:57.18] | and everybody wasn't an emcee |
| [03:59.22] | you know where the flows be and if you check the rhyme slowly |
| [04:02.55] | you'll find out cats is unseen like Jarobi |
| [04:05.31] | and most likely openin doors with the psyche |
| [04:08.04] | if it's a Mikey, they'll eat anything |
| [04:10.50] | starving but hack or crush anything |
| [04:13.23] | not stars from the songs we sing this ****'s ridiculoid |
| [00:00.00] | zuo ci : Arrington, Gardner, Meline |
| [00:10.44] | El-P |
| [00:15.27] | Shutup. . . Yo, yo, yo, yo |
| [00:15.69] | My life' s not right check one |
| [00:16.23] | My life' s not right check two |
| [00:18.09] | My life' s not right check three |
| [00:18.63] | Are you ready? |
| [00:18.87] | El-P you know this was supposed to be for my album though. . . ? |
| [00:29.46] | Vast Aire oh. . . whateva |
| [00:29.85] | El-P its ok. . . |
| [00:32.67] | When I send a sickness ease down dark soldiers |
| [00:35.46] | fallin in with flying debris |
| [00:37.11] | and bad programs of landmines |
| [00:38.79] | that remind me of the iest of slow jams |
| [00:40.86] | I pull a glock or fiver murder the group by numbers |
| [00:43.50] | I was nursed by the biggest of buildings |
| [00:45.36] | and had the sonic volcanic cap |
| [00:46.95] | that the butcher have attached to his dead mother |
| [00:49.23] | now this material might walk with a twitch and live for the twisted |
| [00:52.65] | images of boy scouts getting pistol whipped |
| [00:54.30] | electronic talents fold |
| [00:55.83] | the realest television is the one that talks out loud to you |
| [00:58.35] | when the plug is corroded out |
| [00:59.85] | and they say productivity is up this month but I' ve lost my passion |
| [01:02.76] | sick of waiting in line for my weekly chocolate ration |
| [01:05.28] | its bad health and industrial sadness |
| [01:07.26] | never helped by tofu franks or sadistic maggots |
| [01:10.05] | this addiction is more random |
| [01:11.64] | I walk door to door Mormon style spitting my sick tantrums |
| [01:14.85] | because I wasn' t born handsome |
| [01:16.02] | now that my life' s complete with a capacity to push greatness buttons |
| [01:18.54] | with beats that have to be registered |
| [01:19.71] | as offenders represented to the public |
| [01:21.63] | I' ll exfoliate your face with the acid inside my stomach |
| [01:24.57] | Binge and purge, we live in thirty second blurbs |
| [01:27.09] | and if consumers stopped existing we' d forget how to use words |
| [01:30.33] | just ' eat each other til the next ice age occurs |
| [01:32.58] | or at the source awards scratchin our heads like " what happened? ? " |
| [01:35.46] | if the kids would' ve disclosed that you all lost if you just ask them |
| [01:38.40] | out to plant life that sits and looks pretty |
| [01:40.65] | to attract curious intersection angels when in the city |
| [01:43.32] | that' s below any self-respecting actress in a german schiester film |
| [01:46.32] | who gobbled doggie and human feces |
| [01:48.36] | my fingers tap buttons with sanctified awareness |
| [01:50.97] | from heart scan to pulse readings |
| [01:52.68] | this a voice from a dead dimension without astral projection |
| [01:55.92] | the sluggish rugged discuss bunk that hovers |
| [01:58.62] | Acme lab rat escape barely breathing through the heating vents |
| [02:01.98] | I' ll try to come back for my family before the poison feeding commence |
| [02:04.95] | but if I should exhaust God' s patience on someone better take my place |
| [02:07.77] | tell ' em it' s the love that got me this far |
| [02:09.18] | and it' s in my dreams I see their faces and. . . |
| [02:10.89] | Vordul |
| [02:11.16] | Murderers is like handles that clap sandals |
| [02:13.62] | hand sand off tools and I can' t stand on two |
| [02:16.77] | amped off booze wheelie with my ancle bruised |
| [02:19.44] | on the block silly with a mint nbsp? ellie? |
| [02:21.51] | watch young ladies hop scotch with the pink jellies |
| [02:24.27] | that' s me trying to wop vetti |
| [02:25.95] | with the longness and pot-bellied |
| [02:28.05] | til it' s nauseous a raw dog orphan straight out of the orphanage often |
| [02:32.76] | lost in a realm tryin to find cells |
| [02:34.83] | strapped like a marksman with raps that' ll off kids mad hi |
| [02:38.13] | got my mind wrapped in a coffin resurrect thoughts in amorphous |
| [02:42.24] | morph into Aquaman polyin in waters talkin to dolphins |
| [02:46.23] | to get that bilingual spittin nbsp? charm? tryin to get it on |
| [02:49.83] | and spit a thorn that' ll split a form in half studyin math |
| [02:53.55] | light ' dro Eaton' s love mixed with ash |
| [02:55.86] | spit bats that stick to DAT' s |
| [02:58.29] | sip snapples and twist off caps when you with the sickest cats |
| [03:09.93] | Vast Aire |
| [03:10.11] | Yo |
| [03:10.17] | My life' s not right check one |
| [03:10.71] | My life' s not right check two |
| [03:17.16] | My life' s not right check three |
| [03:17.91] | Are you ready? ? ? |
| [03:18.15] | See I exist |
| [03:19.74] | iron fist |
| [03:20.07] | metal speech |
| [03:20.79] | scientist |
| [03:21.42] | came out the womb of a phoenix expect nothin less |
| [03:24.30] | then a mature flame velocity' s my plane my thought is my train |
| [03:28.50] | the galaxy' s the body sun is the heart and the black hole' s the brain |
| [03:32.91] | heard my verse, ain' t nothin the same. |
| [03:35.01] | I leave your mouth open when you' re standin |
| [03:36.99] | the word' s the midget esophagus is the cannon |
| [03:39.72] | cipher unknown the upper hand on overstandin watch the landin |
| [03:43.68] | believe it or not I' m walkin on air |
| [03:45.99] | last of America' s heroes here to close the circle |
| [03:49.29] | I still remember the days of Coleco |
| [03:51.75] | a daily struggle but I hold onto the vision |
| [03:54.42] | hip hop at it' s best when it lacked television |
| [03:57.18] | and everybody wasn' t an emcee |
| [03:59.22] | you know where the flows be and if you check the rhyme slowly |
| [04:02.55] | you' ll find out cats is unseen like Jarobi |
| [04:05.31] | and most likely openin doors with the psyche |
| [04:08.04] | if it' s a Mikey, they' ll eat anything |
| [04:10.50] | starving but hack or crush anything |
| [04:13.23] | not stars from the songs we sing this ' s ridiculoid |
| [00:00.00] | zuò cí : Arrington, Gardner, Meline |
| [00:10.44] | El-P |
| [00:15.27] | Shutup. . . Yo, yo, yo, yo |
| [00:15.69] | My life' s not right check one |
| [00:16.23] | My life' s not right check two |
| [00:18.09] | My life' s not right check three |
| [00:18.63] | Are you ready? |
| [00:18.87] | El-P you know this was supposed to be for my album though. . . ? |
| [00:29.46] | Vast Aire oh. . . whateva |
| [00:29.85] | El-P its ok. . . |
| [00:32.67] | When I send a sickness ease down dark soldiers |
| [00:35.46] | fallin in with flying debris |
| [00:37.11] | and bad programs of landmines |
| [00:38.79] | that remind me of the iest of slow jams |
| [00:40.86] | I pull a glock or fiver murder the group by numbers |
| [00:43.50] | I was nursed by the biggest of buildings |
| [00:45.36] | and had the sonic volcanic cap |
| [00:46.95] | that the butcher have attached to his dead mother |
| [00:49.23] | now this material might walk with a twitch and live for the twisted |
| [00:52.65] | images of boy scouts getting pistol whipped |
| [00:54.30] | electronic talents fold |
| [00:55.83] | the realest television is the one that talks out loud to you |
| [00:58.35] | when the plug is corroded out |
| [00:59.85] | and they say productivity is up this month but I' ve lost my passion |
| [01:02.76] | sick of waiting in line for my weekly chocolate ration |
| [01:05.28] | its bad health and industrial sadness |
| [01:07.26] | never helped by tofu franks or sadistic maggots |
| [01:10.05] | this addiction is more random |
| [01:11.64] | I walk door to door Mormon style spitting my sick tantrums |
| [01:14.85] | because I wasn' t born handsome |
| [01:16.02] | now that my life' s complete with a capacity to push greatness buttons |
| [01:18.54] | with beats that have to be registered |
| [01:19.71] | as offenders represented to the public |
| [01:21.63] | I' ll exfoliate your face with the acid inside my stomach |
| [01:24.57] | Binge and purge, we live in thirty second blurbs |
| [01:27.09] | and if consumers stopped existing we' d forget how to use words |
| [01:30.33] | just ' eat each other til the next ice age occurs |
| [01:32.58] | or at the source awards scratchin our heads like " what happened? ? " |
| [01:35.46] | if the kids would' ve disclosed that you all lost if you just ask them |
| [01:38.40] | out to plant life that sits and looks pretty |
| [01:40.65] | to attract curious intersection angels when in the city |
| [01:43.32] | that' s below any self-respecting actress in a german schiester film |
| [01:46.32] | who gobbled doggie and human feces |
| [01:48.36] | my fingers tap buttons with sanctified awareness |
| [01:50.97] | from heart scan to pulse readings |
| [01:52.68] | this a voice from a dead dimension without astral projection |
| [01:55.92] | the sluggish rugged discuss bunk that hovers |
| [01:58.62] | Acme lab rat escape barely breathing through the heating vents |
| [02:01.98] | I' ll try to come back for my family before the poison feeding commence |
| [02:04.95] | but if I should exhaust God' s patience on someone better take my place |
| [02:07.77] | tell ' em it' s the love that got me this far |
| [02:09.18] | and it' s in my dreams I see their faces and. . . |
| [02:10.89] | Vordul |
| [02:11.16] | Murderers is like handles that clap sandals |
| [02:13.62] | hand sand off tools and I can' t stand on two |
| [02:16.77] | amped off booze wheelie with my ancle bruised |
| [02:19.44] | on the block silly with a mint nbsp? ellie? |
| [02:21.51] | watch young ladies hop scotch with the pink jellies |
| [02:24.27] | that' s me trying to wop vetti |
| [02:25.95] | with the longness and pot-bellied |
| [02:28.05] | til it' s nauseous a raw dog orphan straight out of the orphanage often |
| [02:32.76] | lost in a realm tryin to find cells |
| [02:34.83] | strapped like a marksman with raps that' ll off kids mad hi |
| [02:38.13] | got my mind wrapped in a coffin resurrect thoughts in amorphous |
| [02:42.24] | morph into Aquaman polyin in waters talkin to dolphins |
| [02:46.23] | to get that bilingual spittin nbsp? charm? tryin to get it on |
| [02:49.83] | and spit a thorn that' ll split a form in half studyin math |
| [02:53.55] | light ' dro Eaton' s love mixed with ash |
| [02:55.86] | spit bats that stick to DAT' s |
| [02:58.29] | sip snapples and twist off caps when you with the sickest cats |
| [03:09.93] | Vast Aire |
| [03:10.11] | Yo |
| [03:10.17] | My life' s not right check one |
| [03:10.71] | My life' s not right check two |
| [03:17.16] | My life' s not right check three |
| [03:17.91] | Are you ready? ? ? |
| [03:18.15] | See I exist |
| [03:19.74] | iron fist |
| [03:20.07] | metal speech |
| [03:20.79] | scientist |
| [03:21.42] | came out the womb of a phoenix expect nothin less |
| [03:24.30] | then a mature flame velocity' s my plane my thought is my train |
| [03:28.50] | the galaxy' s the body sun is the heart and the black hole' s the brain |
| [03:32.91] | heard my verse, ain' t nothin the same. |
| [03:35.01] | I leave your mouth open when you' re standin |
| [03:36.99] | the word' s the midget esophagus is the cannon |
| [03:39.72] | cipher unknown the upper hand on overstandin watch the landin |
| [03:43.68] | believe it or not I' m walkin on air |
| [03:45.99] | last of America' s heroes here to close the circle |
| [03:49.29] | I still remember the days of Coleco |
| [03:51.75] | a daily struggle but I hold onto the vision |
| [03:54.42] | hip hop at it' s best when it lacked television |
| [03:57.18] | and everybody wasn' t an emcee |
| [03:59.22] | you know where the flows be and if you check the rhyme slowly |
| [04:02.55] | you' ll find out cats is unseen like Jarobi |
| [04:05.31] | and most likely openin doors with the psyche |
| [04:08.04] | if it' s a Mikey, they' ll eat anything |
| [04:10.50] | starving but hack or crush anything |
| [04:13.23] | not stars from the songs we sing this ' s ridiculoid |