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4-4-2 - Hero Theme lyrics
[Infesticon #0]
 Ooh, there's big fandango in the wrangle
 Ooh, there's loads on loads of g-strings and marble bags
 On this beach, leave you speechless
 Like no-star Sneetches, like
 Brain cells sucked by leeches
 Short Beach is the best bash
 If I was a woman, I'd demand a tongue-lash
 Be tall and blond with ass, like that girl in Splash
 Ain't life fantastic?
 Switch-gender spastic
 Impale the she-male, down some more champale
 Bombay chicken cooked like hell
 Get arrested for sluttery and make-hell
 Posted testicles on virtual e-mail
 I'm the nouveau-beat superstar
 Super-stealin' in Manhattan
 Your girl is cattin':
 "I strictly listen to Luscious Jackson"
 Aversion to heights, got you froze up like deer in headlights
 And purple nights, like Heaven's Gate
 Watch the world gyrate -- fuck it
 If there's a hole in the bucket, I'll plug it
 If your fat body talkin' shit, then I'll slug it
 Scared of your girl's clit? I'll suck it
 Cheese thick from the bricks, I'll pluck it
 I like rhymin' like Mascis
 My beats are like molasses
 Sweet and slow like Jackie Onassis
 With Alzheimer's4-4-2 - Hero Theme - http://motolyrics.com/4-4-2/hero-theme-lyrics.html
 Social climbers
 Slip on my diarrhea
 MCs sound the same, like onomatopoeia
 God bless the Infesticons! Fuck the Majesticons!
 God bless the Infesticons! Fuck the Majesticons!
 Exasperated, systemic miscalculation
 Four thousand twisted roads to salvation
 Choose one sand-blasted alabaster bastard
 Gilded monogram, four heads commanded their commanders
 Comin' up flat like South Park Marlon Brandos
 Celebrates his Contradicticons
 We assume question marks are for morons, but I'm askin'
 What floor are we on? Where's the connection?
 Disseminated web of 360 degrees of relations
 On juxtaposed plantation Soul Station Zebra
 This world's a two-foot closet with Taurus, Cancers and Libras
 Three Trent Lotts and two Eldridge Cleavers
 Five John Wayne Gacies and one Beaver
 All out to get cheese like dreamweaver
 They cops ain't nothing but lost believers
 Hiding out in the Bronx camouflage with a goatee in the season
 [scratch] "Nothing less... nothing more"
 God bless the Infesticons! Fuck the Majesticons!
 God bless the Infesticons! Fuck the Majesticons!
 God bless the Infesticons! Fuck the Majesticons!
 God bless the Infesticons! Fuck the Majesticons!











