lyricalz:
Everybody's got opinions on the way you're living
But see they can't fill your shoes
Life is made of half illusion, forty percent confusion
Whatever's left I'm using to keep myself from losing, yeah
You don't know what I've been through
Hell, I might go through you
Uh, oh, oh no, hey, hey, hey, hey
All in all it's all in my head
You know it's that high guy, from East P.I.
Spittin' the realness of reality, you mad at me
Boi, how you gonna handle me?
You want me to lollygag and talk that bullshit?
I refuse to play so I'm gon' speak that Southern good shit
That harder than yo' hood shit, lil' shit
That make y'all niggaz think about the trigger
Before you pull it, on liquor stores and banks
Them folks got more than enough bullets
To put that ass off in the slang
Don't claim no gang, we the niggaz that did that
"Ain't no thang but a chicken wang"
But still though
How you gonna play a nigga like dildo
We Outkast till it's over, barbeque
And never mildo for real bro
{In tonight's news, twentieth century technology
Has the computer age, scientists, and doctors gone too far?
Einstein or Frankenstein? Dr. Scholl's or Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde?
Are we digging into new ground or digging our own graves?
Story at eleven}
Valley girls are horny tonight
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Fuzzy logic, their pubic virginity
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Ohh, ohh, ohh, ohh, ohh, ohh
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Ohh, ohh, ohh
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Conceived under the influence of toxic wasted doctors
Computer buggin', debuggin' device and vice versa
And various viruses performing with laser light precision
And verbal incision for a linguistic ballistic lobotomy
Mind fuckin' you, a psycho sodomy of the medulla oblongata
Accept your mind down your spine and out your behind
Fuck you
Synthesizer, microwave me, give me a drug
So I can make seven babies pump my breasts up
Can you suck the fat up? Please make my life appear
Like ain't no such thing as bad luck
My, nose ain't right like I need a new one
Just take your pick, a yellow red a black or a blue one
Virtual reality, virtual bullshit
Synthesizer preachers can reach you up in the pulpit
Who a bitch? Give me my gat so I can smoke this nigga
Tell his Mamma not to cry because they can clone him
Quicker than it took his daddy to make him
Niggaz bitin' verbatim
Thought provokin' records, radio never played dem
Instant, quick grits, new improved
Hurry, hurry, rush, rush, world on the move
Marijuana illegal but cigarettes cool
I might look kinda funny but I ain't no fool
Now if you wanna synthesize, I empathize
Now if you wanna synthesize, I empathize
But if you synthesize I will understand
Your synthesizer man
Ghetto boy horny tonight
SCSI with a booty in a cage
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Problem sinkin' down and stretchin' out, so sleepy
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Playing safe in cyberspace
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Cybersexy Wendy
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Web walkin' in the nude
Digital good time, digital good time
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Said she'd lapdance on your laptop
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While your laptop's in your lap
Digital good time, digital good time
(Synthesizer)
Cybersexy Wendy
(Synthesizer)
Web walkin' in the nude
Digital good time, digital good time
(Synthesizer)
Said she'd tapdance on your laptop
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While your laptop's in your lap
Digital good time, digital good time
(Synthesizer)
Digital good time, digital good time
(Synthesizer)
Cybersexy Wendy
(Synthesizer)
Web walkin' in the nude
Digital good time, digital good time
(Synthesizer)
Fuzzy logic, it's groovy
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