Colonel Kurtz Lyrics

I put in this work the way I put on the hurt

But I put on the hurt like Colonel Kurtz

Cuz I got mad Guts, now I'm gone Berserk

The Mad Dog hit it raw for all ya!

East Side BMore to the streets of Dundalk

Come get a taste of the flavor of danger

Save that whack-ass soft act for the movie theatre

Before I dispatch that ass straight back at the creator

And get you reincarnated to the form of a dwarf

It's insane, what I do with the brains of Camus

Kid, I'll put you in the ground with the sounds I kick

Highly stylistic, autodidactic, academic, vigilante tactics

Criminal mantras, and double entendres

Never mind the dramas; I've got bombs to drop on opps who jock or knock off my style

Pencil-dicked tricks get ripped up

Blatant or faceless, I disdain the racists

(I watched a snail crawling along the edge of a straight razor

That's my dream. It's my nightmare)

Man, I wax poetic

All synthetic cats gots to rap about is packing plastic gats and all these lavish fabrics

I got that black magic, ya bastard, fuckin' abracadabra

Get a second-hand high from the tracks I lace with a venomous intelligence

Seven levels ahead of any other petty dead-headed competitor

Let's be fair - there's no comparison to this charming artisan with the heart of an Arsonist, yeah?