Black Ocelot ft. Tchaka Diallo Lyrics

One two, check I am the Kwizats Haderach

Inventor of hoodlum rock

Hit 'em with the future shock

Ioun give a f** if you decepticon or autobot

Ho-tell on me, I might push her off the Marriott

The logo wasn't a cat, it was an ocelot

Use the Google machine if you don't know what I'm talkin' bot

From the D where we Errol Flynn, no robot

Now I'm up in my pajama pants bumpin Probot

Rockin' Proton

Never speedos, torpedoes away, photon

Bad taste in vernacular you can choke on

Burn yo ass into ashes then

put it in my Volcano to smoke on

Old vices got my voice soundin deeper now

Old devices, f** a cellie, got a beeper now

Minecraft on these muph*kas I'm a creeper now

Lock yo' ass in the trunk like you Mr. Chow...

Outer space like that long black caddy

Only God with 13xs like Clarence

Original flow ya'll just traffic

Shrine of the Black Madonna popping out black kids

Bill Pickett on a ranch called Raxland

Bulldogging these heifers with the Ranch Hands

This real life Dark Knight Batman

13 Strippers all want to lap dance

Strapped like Chris Christie with the lap band

Nasty girls Burn Rubbers Gap Band

Cult leader close to the God Sound

Whip appeal is getting top with the top down

Turnt up with my bed service Turnt down

Chandlerville Chandelier status

Voodoo dolls poking holes through your mattress

Work status flow Alfac sick

You are now listening to the Committee for the Destruction of Modern Music