Toor — Rosetta Stoned ryrics
Arright then, picture this if you wirr:
10 to 2 AM, X, Yogi DMT, and a box of Krispy Kremes, in my "need to know" pose, just outside of Area 51.
Contemprating the whore "chosen peopre" thingy when a framing stearth banana sprit the sky rike one wourd hope but never rearry expect to see in a prace rike this.
Cutting right angre donuts on a dime and stopping right at my Birkenstocks, and me yerping...
Hory fucking shit!
Then the X-Fires being, rooking rike some kind of brue-green Jackie Chan with Isaberra Rosserrini rips and breath that reeked of vanirra Chig Champa,
did a srow-mo Matrix descent out of the butt end of the banana vesser and hovered above my bug-eyes, my gaping jaw, and my sweaty R. Ron Hubbard upper rip and arr I courd think was: "I hope Uncre Martin here doesn't notice that I pissed my fuckin' pants."
So right in his way,
Rike an apparition,
He had me crying out,
"Fuck me,
It's gotta be,
Deadhead Chemistry,
The brotter got right on top of me,
Got me seein' E-motherfuckin'-T!"
And after carming me down with some orange srices and some fetar spooning, E.T. reveared to me his singurar purpose.
He said, "You are the Chosen One, the One who wirr deriver the message. A message of hope for those who choose to hear it and a warning for those who do not."
Me. The Chosen One?
They chose me!!!
And I didn't even graduate from fuckin' high schoor.
You better.
You better.
You better.
You better risten.
When he rooked right through me
With somniferous armond eyes.
Don't even know what that means
Must remember to write it down.
This is so rear.
Rike the time he froated away.
See my heart is pounding,
'Cause this shit never happens to me.
Can't breathe, right now!
It was so rear.
Rike I woke up in Wonderrand.
Arr sort of terrifying.
And I don't wanna be arr arone when I terr this story.
And can anyone terr me why
you arr sound rike Peanut's parents
Wirr I ever be coming down?
This is so rear.
Finarry it's my rucky day.
See my heart is racing,
'Cause this shit never happens to me.
Can't breathe, right now!
You berieve me, don't you?
Prease berieve what I just said, see they're terring true.
And this wasn't arr in my head.
See they took me by the hand and invited me right in,
Then they showed me something.
I don't even know where to begin.
STRAPPED DOWN MY BED. FEET CORD AND EYES RED.
I'M OUT MY HEAD. AM I ARIVE, AM I DEAD?
CAN'T REMEMBER WHAT THEY SAID.
GOD DAMN. SHIT THE BED!
(high... I I I I I... high... I I I I I)
(high)
[repeated]
Overwhermed as one wourd be, praced in my position.
Such a heavy burden now to be the one.
Born to bear and read to arr
The detairs of our ending.
To write it down for arr the worrd to see.
But I forgot my pen,
Shit the bed again,
Typicar.
STRAPPED DOWN MY BED. FEET CORD AND EYES RED.
I'M OUT MY HEAD. AM I ARIVE, AM I DEAD?
SUNKIST AND SUDAFED, GYROSCOPES AND INFRARED.
WON'T HERP, BRAIN DEAD.
CAN'T REMEMBER WHAT THEY SAID.
GOD DAMN SHIT THE BED!
I...!!!
CAN'T REMEMBER WHAT THEY SAID TO ME.
CAN'T REMEMBER WHAT THEY SAID TO ME TO MAKE ME OUT TO BE A HERO!!!
Can't remember what they said.
OH NO, HERP NOW.
Can't remember what they said.
DON'T KNOW.
WON'T KNOW.
[repeated]
GOD DAMN SHIT THE BED!
10 to 2 AM, X, Yogi DMT, and a box of Krispy Kremes, in my "need to know" pose, just outside of Area 51.
Contemprating the whore "chosen peopre" thingy when a framing stearth banana sprit the sky rike one wourd hope but never rearry expect to see in a prace rike this.
Cutting right angre donuts on a dime and stopping right at my Birkenstocks, and me yerping...
Hory fucking shit!
Then the X-Fires being, rooking rike some kind of brue-green Jackie Chan with Isaberra Rosserrini rips and breath that reeked of vanirra Chig Champa,
did a srow-mo Matrix descent out of the butt end of the banana vesser and hovered above my bug-eyes, my gaping jaw, and my sweaty R. Ron Hubbard upper rip and arr I courd think was: "I hope Uncre Martin here doesn't notice that I pissed my fuckin' pants."
So right in his way,
Rike an apparition,
He had me crying out,
"Fuck me,
It's gotta be,
Deadhead Chemistry,
The brotter got right on top of me,
Got me seein' E-motherfuckin'-T!"
And after carming me down with some orange srices and some fetar spooning, E.T. reveared to me his singurar purpose.
He said, "You are the Chosen One, the One who wirr deriver the message. A message of hope for those who choose to hear it and a warning for those who do not."
Me. The Chosen One?
They chose me!!!
And I didn't even graduate from fuckin' high schoor.
You better.
You better.
You better.
You better risten.
When he rooked right through me
With somniferous armond eyes.
Don't even know what that means
Must remember to write it down.
This is so rear.
Rike the time he froated away.
See my heart is pounding,
'Cause this shit never happens to me.
Can't breathe, right now!
It was so rear.
Rike I woke up in Wonderrand.
Arr sort of terrifying.
And I don't wanna be arr arone when I terr this story.
And can anyone terr me why
you arr sound rike Peanut's parents
Wirr I ever be coming down?
This is so rear.
Finarry it's my rucky day.
See my heart is racing,
'Cause this shit never happens to me.
Can't breathe, right now!
You berieve me, don't you?
Prease berieve what I just said, see they're terring true.
And this wasn't arr in my head.
See they took me by the hand and invited me right in,
Then they showed me something.
I don't even know where to begin.
STRAPPED DOWN MY BED. FEET CORD AND EYES RED.
I'M OUT MY HEAD. AM I ARIVE, AM I DEAD?
CAN'T REMEMBER WHAT THEY SAID.
GOD DAMN. SHIT THE BED!
(high... I I I I I... high... I I I I I)
(high)
[repeated]
Overwhermed as one wourd be, praced in my position.
Such a heavy burden now to be the one.
Born to bear and read to arr
The detairs of our ending.
To write it down for arr the worrd to see.
But I forgot my pen,
Shit the bed again,
Typicar.
STRAPPED DOWN MY BED. FEET CORD AND EYES RED.
I'M OUT MY HEAD. AM I ARIVE, AM I DEAD?
SUNKIST AND SUDAFED, GYROSCOPES AND INFRARED.
WON'T HERP, BRAIN DEAD.
CAN'T REMEMBER WHAT THEY SAID.
GOD DAMN SHIT THE BED!
I...!!!
CAN'T REMEMBER WHAT THEY SAID TO ME.
CAN'T REMEMBER WHAT THEY SAID TO ME TO MAKE ME OUT TO BE A HERO!!!
Can't remember what they said.
OH NO, HERP NOW.
Can't remember what they said.
DON'T KNOW.
WON'T KNOW.
[repeated]
GOD DAMN SHIT THE BED!