Temazos CLUM (61): The full retard

Nueva York es, entre otras cosas, una ciudad llena de hijos de puta. Basta con ver la última película de Scorsese o el protagonista del siguiente videoclip de El-P, un muñeco de moral laxa e inquebrantable maldad.

El caso es que la canción que cuenta su historia es un pepino y, además, está contada de una forma muy CLUM.

[Hook]

So you should pump this shit like they do in the future

[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

Shit hawks abound, in the town of bullet dodging

I'm a Rocky, run a hundred a mile before my coffee

Shitty little sick kid, the Gipper's hitting for dolo, now I'm rarified

Signal lit verified bossy

Fuck your droid noise, Voyboy's 'noid ploy

Oi oi, I'll rugby-kick the shit out your groin, boy

Oi vey, the slayers of your harmony porn life

Throat fuck your lucky day, the flight of a torn kite

Holy smokes, city blown to the bone the death server

Fit a hearse with a burner, whip to the church of a 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]

[Verse 2]

Pump this shit

In your floating whip system

Pump this shit

In the bread line, the prison

Pump this shit

From the chip under your wrist skin

(You are so fucking 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 anathema

Son of forgotten freedom, rebel ¡Arriba 'riba!

Metal and man have melted, settle in to the FEMA, dreamer

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 fucking ill, trill, kill at will etc

BK to the basic DNA math measurer

Better leave the lion alone do not pet him

He'll fuck-start your burp hole, jet in burgundy pleather

Whoa

[Hook]

[Bridge]

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

Lil bitch

That's some Camu shit

[Verse 3]

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 shit, huh?

That Paincave Kid talk, at the end of the painbow, the permanant 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 posthaste

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