Metaphore Warfare Lyrics - Urban Dance Squad

I'm like batman, I'm glad man, I swing my boomerang 

Clock stetsons heads on catch attention 

Grab retired mc's their pensions 

Dimension suspension, switch a button 

Head runs like an engine should I mention 

Brain excites after few grand donation - ovation 

Brain ignites like benzedrine 

Dieseloil, slick to be coil, foil 

Spittin' rhymes like a gargoyle 

Mccoy all, destroy all who try to soil 

My ground, path, space, even my zone 

The clone - the one who rocks his mouth proud, soon sucks a syphon 

Laxative, crap the shit, hyperactive for the bowels 

Baby mc's should be clean here's the towel 

Diaper, 'cos I'm hyper plus I'm the babysit 

What time is it - time to refresh kid - my wit, you bit 

My funky cuckoo crap - runs outta your ass kid - shit 

Smell scents, whack mc's' fragrance 

Heap of waste, crap-mc jams 

Take a pick, take a style if you dare 

'Cos I'm prepared for metaphore warfare 

Stunner to the crumb-bun, I'm like a plumber 

Pull yo brainplug, flow down the lump 

Tumor, bummer, diseased cells make you lumber 

Infect your humor, call my number 

Again - the man - wit pepjam, medicine, anacin 

Vitamin - penicillin 

Pencil-push bacteria, you can't skill 'em 

Local rapeteria for topbillin' 

Slobbin' - nil and - timekillin' 

For caterpillarin' - my rap caters like plants 

Rap insects build eggs to propagate 

To a butterfly phase to flaunt beauty 

Wings fully detailed, all surrogate for 

Your lyrics, but you forgot to wipe the booty 

Moody I'm not sting like a bee on gerry cooney 

Hocus pocus - styles to pick the one to whose bogus i 

Focus my antenna, I'm gonna plague your dome like locust 

Mentis - hench this - you like beans and cabbage 

The ambitions so nutritious so call me beast or savage 

Your style is poor, hard to score, against the carnivore 

You got beef ready plus be steady on a metaphore 

Take a pick, take a style if you dare 

'Cos I'm prepared for metaphore warfare