THE INFESTICONS

THE INFESTICONS - Hero Theme lyrics

rate me

[Infesticon #0]

Ooh, there's big fandango in the wrangle

Ooh, there's loads on loads of g-strings and marble bags

On this beach, leave you speechless

Like no-star Sneetches, like

Brain cells sucked by leeches

Short Beach is the best bash

If I was a woman, I'd demand a tongue-lash

Be tall and blond with ass, like that girl in Splash

Ain't life fantastic?

Switch-gender spastic

Impale the she-male, down some more champale

Bombay chicken cooked like hell

Get arrested for sluttery and make-hell

Posted testicles on virtual e-mail

I'm the nouveau-beat superstar

Super-stealin' in Manhattan

Your girl is cattin':

"I strictly listen to Luscious Jackson"

Aversion to heights, got you froze up like deer in headlights

And purple nights, like Heaven's Gate

Watch the world gyrate -- fuck it

If there's a hole in the bucket, I'll plug it

If your fat body talkin' shit, then I'll slug it

Scared of your girl's clit? I'll suck it

Cheese thick from the bricks, I'll pluck it

I like rhymin' like Mascis

My beats are like molasses

Sweet and slow like Jackie Onassis

With Alzheimer's

Social climbers

Slip on my diarrhea

MCs sound the same, like onomatopoeia

God bless the Infesticons! Fuck the Majesticons!

God bless the Infesticons! Fuck the Majesticons!

Exasperated, systemic miscalculation

Four thousand twisted roads to salvation

Choose one sand-blasted alabaster bastard

Gilded monogram, four heads commanded their commanders

Comin' up flat like South Park Marlon Brandos

Celebrates his Contradicticons

We assume question marks are for morons, but I'm askin'

What floor are we on? Where's the connection?

Disseminated web of 360 degrees of relations

On juxtaposed plantation Soul Station Zebra

This world's a two-foot closet with Taurus, Cancers and Libras

Three Trent Lotts and two Eldridge Cleavers

Five John Wayne Gacies and one Beaver

All out to get cheese like dreamweaver

They cops ain't nothing but lost believers

Hiding out in the Bronx camouflage with a goatee in the season

[scratch] "Nothing less... nothing more"

God bless the Infesticons! Fuck the Majesticons!

God bless the Infesticons! Fuck the Majesticons!

God bless the Infesticons! Fuck the Majesticons!

God bless the Infesticons! Fuck the Majesticons!

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