Buck 65 Eye Make-Up Excuses Lyrics

Oh no it's them two shit-talking thin pricks The Sebutones, they're freakier than wild animals and skin flicks With their platform shoes and they also have gold teeth The battle-axe styles, they calculate a motif The Cadillacs with backwards hats, they can't be nice In fact I heard that Buck 65 might even be the antichrist And Sixtoo, he practises witchcraft, collects crystals And back in the early 70s was in the Sex Pistols But they kicked him out 'cos he was always bugging and dissing And Sid caught him and that Nancy girl hugging and kissing And holding hands in the rain and doing shows With poison solvent cans at the merchandise counter and everything The DJ runs around telling people that I'm sinister And wishes that Darth Vader was the prime minister And I even heard that one of them can't wait until the day when the world ends And until then his hobby's gonna be stealing people's girlfriends And he said he wasn't kidding He's got a dozen styles of rhyming and keeps another dozen hidden They throw fruit and vegetables around so dodge the lemons and hot peppers 'Cos one throws harder than Roger Clemens I think they might be from the future got a casual collection of styles like Ninja Prada And offer us a choice of season; daytime or evening wear Please listen to the voice of reason