My style is loco, Yoko Ono, manic, vocal
I’m not your uncle, I’m aunty-social
Postal, danger to the world, I’ve gone global
Schizophrenic menace, put myself in a chokehold
Ho-ho, yeah, bro, tasty like a Rolo
Spiritual being, yes, I’m holy like a polo
You know, you could set this song as your ringtone
Lord of the ring-ring, you could be Frodo Gimli
I’mma take this rhythm, man, and smoke it like a chimney
I’m a punk rocker, sucker, no, I’m not an indie
Kiddie with a Bindi
Yes, I will be in the shed taking my meds
I slice up beats like a knife through bread
When I go bowling I use decapitated heads
I lose brains in the lanes so they call me miss-a-lane-eous
I’m the type of kid who makes cotton wool dangerous
I’m trying hard not to lose my mind, woah-oi
I see stars when I close my eyes, woah-oi
I try to keep this beast inside, woah-oi
But I’m close to the edge and I might lose my head so I guess you better hide
My style is manic, close to the boil, volcanic
I watch so much Scarface, I think I’m Hispanic
Okay! Don’t make me get loco on you, ese
Putos! I bust a cap, watch me get messy
Mentos and coke, I’m about to explode
I’m so open-minded that my eyes can’t close
Doctor, doctor, give me some smiles
A twenty pack of Valium, numb for a while
Flow like the Nile, evil crocodile
I’ve got the local zoo saved on speed dial
Funky, I spent a bit of time with the monkeys
I gave one a Valium, now he’s a junkie
Humpty Dumpty – he fell down
All the king’s horses were stumped somehow
Hmm, of course all the horses were stumped
Horses don’t even have opposable thumbs
I’m trying hard not to lose my mind, woah-oi
I see stars when I close my eyes, woah-oi
I try to keep this beast inside, woah-oi
But I’m close to the edge and I might lose my head so I guess you better hide
My teeth start juttering, I’m stuttering, buttering words like Flora
Edible, spreadable, style glow like Aurora
Northern light ignite the night tonight
Excite the mic, right like a viper bite
It’s just my venom, It’s Ren and my lucky number; seven
I don’t follow fashion, so I’m wearing double denim
Mel Gibson crazy, my mind’s a lethal weapon
Got kicked out the fruit store for grabbing a girl’s melons
Said “Get ’em”, with a baseball bat type force or a harpoon
I’m knocking you for six
When I hit with the beat, with a bang, with a boom
I’mma fly right out of this room, I’mma take off to the moon
I’mma rip when I spit when I bite my lip
And I’m sick when I bust a move
Like, yes sir!
I’mma take this microphone and make some acapella
Music for your eardrums, it’s vocal architecture
Stack it up like bricks, yes, I’m stacking up that texture
I bring the vibes right into the sector
I’m trying hard not to lose my mind, woah-oi
I see stars when I close my eyes, woah-oh-oh-oi
I try to keep this beast inside, woah-oi
But I’m close to the edge and I might lose my head so I guess you better hide
La-la
