take these two cats dipped down in metal gear and words from their faces echo that s metal swears starving but happy bombers of stealth who never cried on yellow brick roads until they found themselves and since then my platoon of ten men refrain from speaking because to them that s sin i grew up in an iron galaxy where everyday is like you smell smoke but fire you dont see my soul is a precious metal that i wrap around me like mario 64 to be precise i know soldiers of fortune dont like to gamble but inadvertently they roll the dice when that knight in shining armour ran off with guinevere i was there to threaten the downfall of camelot s tar pot now i m here to play connect the dots with your face thats cannibal ox the truth cuts like space ghost wheels of steel principles but with a ruler smack to the knuckles in addition if you try to steal my principles if you re stainless act as if i care in due time imperfection with tarnish your silver ware enter the litter box where some cats mold their toes not knowing who s going to be the next de comp osing host over the almighty cheese even though it got holes in it like the souls of murderers and thieves and the harm do back to you is a mechanic karma fuelled by the hunger that shall consume you all you should have fell off the earth when you thought it was flat last time i recall cannibal ox is the next catch 22 divided that by two elevenths too individuals cannibal ox cannibals lock cannibals shot leaving those tangible knots cannibal o handle you slow cannibal pro with animal flows what metal gear niggas who the hell s meddling vordul float on track metal wing concocting thought channel turn on microphone attachment panel cannibal lexicon reverb meat eater toasting mine similar to loaded nine heater mental block hand cocking jammed glock technological defect feeder lefty clutching automatic amazing pen mic touchin savage tragedy bleeder right hand torn off sawn off shotty body of vordul inhaling explosive shell seeker such hannibal vets killer canine holds technology nine toast against his shell ghost bear hugged in nine layers of mechanical flesh i swear cuddle gun luck is swung trouble lung dodge and runs locked in my flesh helmet the best felt it when i wrote it broken bow and arrow sparrow flown on paper collided with dirty wasp flutter please forgive me for licking you with the organic box cutter pretty mechanic cannibal ox stutter on dat my arms swing on tracks like jesus frozen in gold if hollows swallowed his heavy medallion whole slow mechanical sling blade runners futuristically built ghettos brothers palm metal gina gershon gunners what the fuck laser burners held in the small digits of children inside a city of lost midgets blood on the cloaks of broken winged pigeons spitting metal s with ox s under their tongue article done swinging particle sun gem from the jugular stem pendulum mechanical i apologize for spilling anime to godzilla pissed off metallic mandible jaw bone pillage slowly we settle into famine while metal cannon s handled in the five digitals of apathetically massaged psyche shells holded flesh wounded in hell criticals i m too motherfucking ill cannibal ox mechanical shots will spill it s war against all of you stepping into my dimension did i mention i have to let my team of flotation device nice emcees digitally remaster themselves and re materialized the essence he ll become flotation here s a quotation i m holding nations i m slowly awaiting i m closing faces with my cannibal ox cutter knowledge that s razor blade thought caught in between my spleen built in now let s start the revolution we re shooting stop that knowledge i m dropping what is known as my urbanite anti college livin realize that i m only living through the eyes of a pigeon