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El-P - The Full Retard lyrics
[Hook]
 So you should pump this sh*t like they do in the future [repeat]
 [Verse 1]
 Got a strain un-contained that could turn parade zombie
 Walk with an army on me, stalked by the harm and armor posse
 Prolly got me on a radar with a dot
 These watching, plotting minions of the lower God scene
 Sh*t hawks abound, in the town of bullet dodging
 I'm a Rocky, run a hundred mile before my coffee
 Sh*tty little sick kid, the Gipper's hitting for dolo, now I'm rarified
 Signal lit verified bossy
 F*ck your droid noise, void boys 'noid ploy
 Oi oi, I'll rugby kick the sh*t out your groin boy
 Oi vey, the slayers of your harmony porn life
 Throat f*ck your lucky day, the flight of a torn kite
 Holy smokes, city blown to the bone the death server
 Fit a Hertz with a burner, whip to the church of murder sermon
 Just a Cassandra too drained to painfully word it further
 Future of a gerbil up ass of masochist, that's my word up
 [Hook]
 So you should pump this sh*t like they do in the future [repeat]
 [Verse 2]
 Pump this sh*t
 In your floating whip system
 Pump this sh*t
 In the bread line, the prison
 Pump this sh*t
 From the chip under your wrist skin
 Pump this sh*t
 (You are so f*cking paranoid)
 I am Sam, I am known to go H.A.M., the full retard
 Playing taps on a keytar, in the Benz or the Beamer
 Either, etherlicious or rebel yelling the theme of
 Son of forgotten freedom, rebel ariba riba
 Metal and man have melted, settle in to the FEMA, dream aEl-P - The Full Retard - http://motolyrics.com/el-p/the-full-retard-lyrics.html
 Your polluted house speaker, leader
 Yes indeed a, dawn of the dirt and doom draws nearer
 Here's a mirror mirror to peer, fear grows clearer
 Steer a path away from the panic of our era
 Pyramided ocular, unlided insignia
 Weirder here's another burner born and big in ya
 Sector, rectified and fly sound selector
 I'm a f*cking ill, trill, kill at will etc
 BK to the basic DNA math measurer
 Better leave the lion alone do not pet him
 He'll f*ck start your burp hole, jet in burgundy pleather
 Whoa
 [Hook]
 So you should pump this sh*t like they do in the future [repeat]
 [Verse 3]
 Where harmony and love reign
 No longer do we live in a society bent on its own destruction
 Children of every race, creed and religion frolic through fields
 Of golden dandelions
 Pump this sh*t
 Lil b*tch, little b*tch
 Pump this sh*t
 Little b*tch
 That's some Camu sh*t
 Those who know lust trust the flow is disgust touch
 Producto back rap rush, you'll notice the lad crush
 I'm potent, intact, a black hearted and lunged up
 Tarded and touched, plus designer of funk rust
 Oh El is back on that sh*t, huh?
 That Paincave Kid talk, at the end of the painbow, the permanent stain bop
 Maligning my name will holy ark up your squad's face
 Viewers of the divine rage learn to worship the hard way
 You get it? I don't fade, just float where the poem slays
 At home with a roach hazed, alone or with hoes great
 I called but got a tone better boat out the borough post haste











