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ARIEL PINK lyrics - Mature Themes

Kinski Assassins

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A Kinski assassin blew a hole in my chest Now I walk about with the dream-bullet vest A seaworthy vessel for the sperm-headed brain Mother twin Genesis went down with the plane Kinski assassins of angels in Athens Who sank my battleship? I sank my battleship Who sank my battleship, hey, I sank my battleship Crib note dispacifists, polymonogamasturbators ahoy! that's right Kinski assassins of angels in Athens, of angels in Athens White leather Vaders spraying truth but not facts Clan-hillators that dupe and distract, paramore I will always, I will always have Paris I will always, I will always have Paris Kinski assassins of angels in Athens Australian-made nibblers with the steam-pocket slacks Back-lit jacuzzi want to fondle your ass Suicide dumplings dropping testicle bombs Kick out some technicolour talk to your moms Kinski assassins, double agents in Athens Hey, who sunk my battleship? I sank my battleship Hey, who sunk my battleship? I sank my battletrip Narcissist, masochist, polymonogamasturbators Ahoy, like young Sigmund Freud Kinski assassins, double agents in Athens Blonde seizure bombshells and the blowjobs of death Bring on the bogan shemales hopped up on meth I will always, I will always have Paris I will always, I will always have Paris Kinski assassins of angels in Athens Hey, who sank my battleship, did I sink my battleship? Hey, who sank my battleship, I sank my battle trip Who sank my battleship, I sank my battleship Fa-la-la-la-la, that's right, oh-oh Hey, who sank my battleship, I sank my battle trip Fa-la-la-la-la, fa-la-la-la-la, da-la-la-la-da

Tug Of War (1993)

JEDI MIND TRICKS "The Psycho-Social, Chemical, Biological, And Electro-Magnetic Manipulation ..."
[Verse 1] Adjust of us, to attacks the crowd The simple fly, plus arrows, I rush the format If four blind shots to ya verbs and pronouns These herbs'll slow down, with terms to sicken a guitar Dip live and you just the point to ball For sharp lines, make keen, the blast to catch phrase Overdrawn by the crowd who strikes amaze Never float like me, and oddly never lose a few So bear wits, to appreciate verse such as that Anitiate words to come back, over tight Nah, I'm different from these war heads More treds on my adjective's Allow full side steps, to deflect your ships Then he make a true vowels, with volume, see I'll Prospect tunnel, for me and Asan Icon We rock broad neck, funnels to collect The drips and moss, giving y'all friends and serves No connecting to our actual juice of five foot And the least to serve, with over stridal shoots Indeed and they relax in conforts They need to form and parse words, to lose any casual sense Of well being, yo lay back, grows ya depths [Verse 2] As the beings, squads find it hard to establish A working rhythm, my esoteric mysticism makes me a mathematician Like Apollonius, phony as any who receive lobotomies Get caught in my harsh, canapoly of unhappy rhapsodies Fragments of stagments, we world with ultramagnets My reverberation, crush men to micro fragments I get's physical in the forest of absolute manitrition My complex disposition, forces crews into submission Beginnings on one six two, switches through to witch's brew On which is true, or which is you Isolation, plus, a reflux, I see buck Who get the equilibrium shattered, or crushed to this I throw fists, and take trips, to other dimensions My henchmen will bend them and get attention As I destroy decoys and make noise My b-boys will be employed, to deploy like the falling of Troy Fell into the soul, control, what is concealed If a void is not filled, my suicidial thoughts will come real

Globus Hystericus

THE AGONIST "Lullabies For The Dormant Mind"
What says the Tree to his friends the Rocks? When he lives and breathes they sit and mock? And he grows strong, for centuries long, but one he dies and begins to rot. “We will last intact this way! And you my friend, will soon decay!” “But I can breathe -- am commensal; the shade, the fruits, the nests on bough. And if with this, my time finite, I'm glad to have spent it doing right.” But Rocks prefer to simply sit. To gain none, lost none, just exist. But nary should an ocean rise, they'd become sand and disappear with the tides. When trees ignite a cyclical life, from plant to animal to Earth and back; whom, even when their roots are ploughed, have left exponential impact. And so, the greedy human kind, to conquer trees tall, mountains high, erects gigantic splinters of steel that shame forests, make mountains to kneel. And progress spreads like moss on a stone. Evolution dictates that men are prone to outdo those that came before. “You see? We'll last forever more!” We improve what nature made. We'll challenge mountains, transplant lakes. There is no confirmed master plan. We do it just because we can. But foolish is the one who complacently thinks himself King because when Time erodes the past what remains are Nature's things. Quite Shakespearean duals, those between parent and offspring are! As Chronos devours his Son, Gaia to mankind so starts. Metal rusts, cement crumbles. To err is human, not divine. Prayers are so intently mumbled when proud man is forces to decline. Steel, concrete, technology may stand intact for centuries, but faces with wind or flood or quake, like toys will crumble, bend and break. I say with actions what you do with words. For we're the moss; the Earth -- the stone, so let us do as did the Tree. For silence will long be ignored, and action recognized quickly. We won't outlive our generation but our impact surely will. This -- the Rocks' humiliation -- when they witness we are still alive in what we've left for others, like Nature gives, so selflessly. So pay respect to out true Mother and take your rank amongst the Trees.

Young Hearts

JJ DEMON
Here, in the summer when the sun leaves later we sat under the plum tree hearing the hum of the cicadas We become free fireflies, lantern The fields of our youth ever feel the sky's amber Dust, brings a calming glow Like a brush we can kiss and my mom won't know and I promise tonight to be honest my pot grows cold Don't tell us that we're too young and the blinds won't hold But I feel like this is for real life Forever I'm squeezing your hand in a trance that's so clever Dandelions explode The wind blows tender Will I still be outside of your window in September? Who knows when the days are like years and my big little heart says "Stay the night here" Knowin' I can't and I won't but I want to Suddenly I'm brave enough to tell you that I love you In the summer when the sun stays longer and everyday is Sunday There's no place to complain Two hearts unchained, kids fallin' fast bear for thunderwaves we're fallin' in the grass Left it spillin' like water from a bucket Life was so luscious now we're both thrushes[?] How much is a popsicle cause I'm treatin' we leave the red stains on our faces while we eat 'em on the swings like the wings of a lovebird children upping forts in the passion of the suburb We plan for the next minute we abandon our plan and the very second we're in it Cause these are like the days to be timid an its ink will confess the note I will ask you but please, certain yes Maybe all I can remember are the fun parts or have we just grown too old for our young hearts? In the summer when the sun starts humming something beautiful Before we ever saw our first funeral Before we ever cried over love and its little quirks we just like the way it felt not knowing if it will hurt one day I used to scribble[?] your name on my arm now I'm looking at your text not knowing what to respond All the poetry escapes me I wonder how we've forgotten the bliss in waitin' an eternity for a kiss an eternal leave we'll miss the days your parents thought we were cute now I'm no longer welcome in your home No shelter from the storm back then the clouds all seemed pretty We learned later how it felt to be alone stomp every mountain in the cold young love is like icecream I'm the Cancer and you're the Pisces why do we grow like a cancer? I'm lookin' for that old answer to the question "Do you like me?"

I Am Crack

JUELZ SANTANA "What The Game's Been Missing!"
[Santana talking] W-what is this, this sound like some graveyard s*** well that's what the f*** they gon need cause I'mma bury these niggas this time around [Verse 1] Who better than me, you better than me S*** you never will see if you dead and deceased Keep two', lead, and the piece and I'm busting it off right Leave a trail of smoke like a f***ing exhaust pipe Took the coke up out the stash cause they know about the stash Now I'm like swallow these dope up in the bags Coke up in the bags, yeah sown up in the bags I do my chicks like Ludacris blow it out your a** I'm a mean pimp you know what I mean pimp Four hoes on each strip all bringing me chips Futuristic, so when I'm gon they gon have to do balistics Just to prove I'm this sick You n***as need to be spank by your mami For ever thinking you'll be greater than I'll be You get that short late waist pack money I get that all straight a.s.a.p. money bring it here now! [Chorus 2x] Touch the coke, touch the pot, add the soda what you got ME! I am what I am I be what I be and that you will see I AM CRACK!! [Verse 2] Who want it with I you want it with I I'll shoot one of ya eyes You'll lose one of ya eyes I'll jam move and slump ya Leave your body in ranch cuckamonga with ants moving under My flows so in order I can turn soap and water to ocean water and float the border You never will be what I forever will be Your tombstone never will read we buried a G nope!! I'm so mean and nice with the things I write Jesus might say Jesus Christ It's only rap so why yall trying to hold me back Like yall ain't ask for to owe me back I'M HERE! My peoples play and sling cocaine More than Billy Blanco from Carliton's Way So you can find me on the streets okay With that big f***ing piece okay [Chorus 2x] [Verse 3] Too dope for this but you won't admit So my two's smoking spit make you choke on spit You ever seen a man gag and gargle Sound like a new born trying to ask for bottles They like cut it out you slacking But I bust it out in rapping Can you name a n***a better without me busting out in laughing? N***a you couldn't spit enough to get at me I'll stretch ya for extracurricular activity I'm more macing than grace is when I say s*** You should say amen after my name kid Yes this is that of greatest You should say amen after this statement [Chorus 2x]

Gopher Guts

AESOP ROCK "Skelethon"
Greasy Grimy Gopher Guts; Poolside; 0 for 1 and don't forget spoons twice Lukewarm folgers; mold on his moonpie Rooms in his home that dissipate into fruit flies Suicide lane wide load ride looting in the wake of an amicable marooning My duty go from moving in packs to sharing food with a cat. [To Moms:] "it's me, I accidentally sawed a woman in half." She said "I'll keep you in my prayers, " I said "I need to hide a body, " she said "ok honey, talk to you on Friday." Apparently we share a common plasma so the growing disconnection doesn't matter. according to the blood-and-water chapter. weird Who wrote the blood-and-water chapter anyway? probably some surly dad; only child, 30 cats. Looking for a way to reconnect with an averted past. Except it doesn't always work like that Today I pulled three baby snakes out of moss and dirt; where the wild strawberry vines toss and turn; I told them "you will grow to be something inventive and electric; you are healthy, you are special, you are present." then I let them go Oh You were sitting at the gate awaiting spirits and provisions I was privy to a headache over pirouetting innards In the mirror sweating pictures; who's there: simian or lizard? As it were there is a disappearing difference In ambition and material; Antiquated gentleman outlaws reduced to a ferris wheel of vitriol Move as a godless heathen; black gums, tooth gone, bootleg 'Yukon Cornelius' I'm a... that's better, here we here we go. disenchanted face printed on a zero-dollar bill Got a little plot of land where authority isn't recognized, contraband keeping the core of his Hyde Jekyll-ized Check! nevermind a misanthrope vying for affection to the wretched sound of mysticism dying It is something he must handle on his own; the wind blown way, wanna win? don't play Today I pulled three green frogs out of leaf and bark where the grape vines climb a convenient barn; I told them "you will grow to be something tenacious and exalted; you are mighty, you are gracious, you are lauded." then I let them go Oh I have been completely unable to maintain any semblance of relationship on any level I have been a bastard to the people who have actively attempted to deliver me from peril I have been acutely undeserving of the ear that listen up and lip that kissed me on the temple I have been accustomed to a stubborn disposition that admits it wish it's history disassembled I have been a hypocrite in sermonizing tolerance while skimming for a ministry to pretzel I have been unfairly resentful of those I wish that acted different when the bidding was essential I have been a terrible communicator prone to isolation over sympathy for devils I have been my own worst enemy since the very genesis of rebels Today I pulled three ghost crabs out of rock and sand, where the low tide showcased a promised land. I told them "you will grow to be something dynamic and impressive; you are patient you are gallant you are festive." Then I let them go Oh (On and on and on and on...)

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