1st verse: Hey bastardo, don't be startled, just do the Charo & shake your frame explaining the game it's Phon the Don Pardo here to kick arse-hole into tomorrow Why we got more haters than carbo-hydrates I pull their tarot, high stakes they lose their marbles, irate psycho-babblin' stuck in canoes without paddling It's like Doc not changing the plot when he rocked the time-travellin', through the wormhole let's go- to a primordial portal as the most import folklore since Zorro Flow like dorsal fins through tital winds I'm makin' it pop like Orvil Reddenbock I'm impartial to what's immoral like Bon-Bons, blowjobs & Gonzo porno tomgirls with pom poms the Phon be on autopilot, check my mileage on the "Autobahn" the Kraftwerk song wrecked my Ortofons flow so cool like is it Phon or the Fonz? like Armstrong on the Tour de Franz sans one nut not going for the bronze Hear the song of invaluable animals when i die, feed what's salvageable to the cannibals 2nd verse: What can I getcha? Let me fetch a rhyme that'll set your mind better, set your spine on a stretcher or better yet strech ya like Heather Hunter after getting balls hitting tether like leather- strap-on it's fun for my tongue to run laps on Phon raps on drum tracks like a cowboy has high hats (hi-hats) my snare snaps, like bear-traps right where my nutsac meets my lower butt-crack I peel it back to reveal I'm chapped so drink to that like Ipecac syrup I'm done kicking shit wash my stirrups stirring up my lyrical elixir making up a magical mixture of compatible pictures the radical back from sabbatical like Parker on the saxophone, hit heads like Wack-A-Mole pack a bowl to the brain of Phon RHP rise like unexplained hard-ons beg your pardon, excuse me followers our joints remain on point like sword swallowers Got you hollerin' like girls huggin' koalas and I rest my feet on their breasts like an ottoman RHP taking notorized bribes to make the words flip like the script was polarized What's the time? It's time to get iller than Illeana Douglas at a fuck-fest fuck it, I flip it and crack it and saute it and filet it & break it and make it a brain omelet

1st verse (Phon-X): Bite this Phon-X delux punks jump like hydraulics to get demolished cuz heads feel the sonics of Phon-X like it's ergonomic Project phon-X like Matthew Broderick Phon-X, fix your face like orthodontists Phon-X, fist your chest leave you heartless Phon-X, strip your tits, tip you topless Phon-X, flush your guts like a colonic Obnoxious, like a pompous Adonis drunk on Tom Collins, gambling like Kenny Rogers cuz the Phon-X gets you higher than auto-erotic -asphyxiation, there's no limitations I grip the mic with rosin or Paul Simmon flippin' your Graceland into a Wasteland plague man, worse than the Bubonic save man, with Phon antibiotics Kick you in the head and give you brain damage Stab who you wed, inflict a miscarriage Ironic, I spit psychotic yet Phon-X brings solace like Fred Rogers chorus: Everybody come on Respect your mom Inspect this bomb Sound the alarm There is no calm This is the storm Our word is bond Beyond the norm 3rd verse (Phon-X): This is hot-cakes, this is coco-NUTS This is hot-cakes, this is coco-NUTS This is hot-cakes, this is coco-NUTS I wear sunglasses as a poker-crutch I'm all in it no limit for me to hold 'em deez nuts, still wanted like Petroleum I'll give you dutch-oven types of lovin' dirty bomb smugglin' in the tub bubblin' doubling-down on discovering my Mona Lisa hanging off the Tower of Pisa I bring the, medicine like Edison patented one thousand and ninetythree inventions ATTENTION, descendants of hiphop that need acceptance to wield this weapon you must first kneel in reverence from peasants to presidents, whatever the relevance craft your flows, mask your prose in eloquence Accept all challenges, excel in management manipulate words with more curves than mannequins flip like Anakin, or Hurricane "Gloria, Gloria" like Laura Branigan

Written by Phon-X & Shred Lexicon.

Written & produced by Phon-X. Cuts by DJ Exfyl.