Humanoid Songtext
von Pitch 92

Super Saiyan God stole the crown of 12 stars
Fuck the seven seals while the light brigade charges
Spark the izz, blow trees in the dark of the abyss
God′s killers tried to target me and missed
MCs aren't even partially akin
My humanoid vessel is a pharmacy of sin
They′re so grateful
When we hit 'em with the blam like Yosemite Sam and Old Faithful
5-4-3-2, Number one sound
You're like Krusty, the number one clown


I′m number one, Will Riker, the skilled sniper
Oliver Reed off distilled cider
Turn the frown upside down and rock with us
Instead of clocking us with industrial strength binoculars
You′re tryna bring arms like an octopus
I'm tryna travel the stars like I′m Optimus
A grown ass man but still a dreamer
But life is abyss, just got in a little deeper
Fuck the PS4, I'm still Amiga
Smoking on the haze, amnesia at my leisure

Things change and you′re not you anymore
Teleport to the listener
I settle scores with a club, mind stay primitive
When you mix the anger and the liquor with it
Look alive, nah we don't look alike
But them little fools still wanna be the spitting image

But look, me and King Cash wrap ′em up in bin bags
We stall 'em on the beat like in Whiplash
Now they're calling for war beating the drum
It′s real strange, the dumb leading the dumb
But you′re fucking with a wild bunch

Once upon a time in the wild west where life was lawless
Deliver it airtight and flawless
While you're giving ′em airtime I'm yawning
Pass it to the next cause their time is dawning
Waking up to death, new start from morning


Alright, let me intervene with the inconvenient truth
Mr. Fuck It, if the glove fits think of me as the juice
All you fools will have to Google as if you′re needing the proof
I think you need to reduce all your Wikipedia use
Mother-lovers: "Who are you?" None other than my stiggy
A stud of a guy rough as a stubble that's quite itchy
Guzzling fine whisky, jump in the ride with me
Drive you ′round the bend then go rest my nuts on your wife's titties

Oh yeah I'm silly bruh, Milli no Vanilli bruh
Hot pepper sauce with jalapeños and chillis bruh
Others play around, well I break it down to the gritty bruh
Earthquake about, make a vapour out of your city bruh

Spray around and then lay it down in a jiffy
Only for the paper now make ′em take it out of the kitty
Some say I made it now, no more sailing round in a dinghy
I should put a chain on now and go make an album with Diddy

So you can hate me now, only joking bruh
Half asleep, can hardly speak but still awoken bruh

Tip the scales then flick a tail when approaching bruh
Still a killer whale in this little pail of an ocean bruh

Understand I′m a man, has become a savage
Open up this hand and have someone land on another planet damn it
Come on you know the drill, Holyfield in Overkill
Families of tragedy hoping still that you wrote your will
You big dummy, you ain't getting shit done
You′re just a bit hungry, are y'all to ever try and fist bump me?
Fuck a mil, I make a banquet out of this body
You′re doing just enough to muster up a chip butty