Metal Gear - Cannibal Ox

Take these two cats, strip 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 placement 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 don’t see

My soul is a precious metal that I wrap around me

Like Mario, 64 to be precise

I know soldiers of fortune don’t 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

That’s cannibal ox

The truth cuts, like space ghost

Wheels of steel principles, but with a —

Rular smack to the knuckles in addition

If you try to steal my principles, (that's the principle)

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 all mighty cheese

Even though its 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 indivisible

Cannibal ox

Cannibals lock

Cannibals shot

Leaving those tangible knots

Cannibal o

Handle you slow

Cannibal pro

With animal flows

What, metal gear niggers!

Who the hell’s meda-ling?

Vordul flowing on track, metal wing

Concocting thought channel

Turn on microphone attachment panel

Cannibal lexicon reverb, verbal meat eater

Toasting, mine similar, to loaded nine heater

Mental blocking, cocking, jammed, glocking

Technological defect FEEDER

Lefty clutching, automatic amazing pen

Might touch savage tragedy bleeder

Right hand torn off, sawn off shotty

Body of vordul, inhaling explosive shell seeker

Such hanibal vets

Killer canine holds technology

Not toasted against the 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 with dirty, whilst flutter

Please forgive me for licking you with the organic box cutter

Pretty mechanic cannibal ox stutter, on that

My ox swing on tracks like hey Zeus frozen in gold

If Apollo swallowed his heavy medallion whole

Slow, mechanical sling blade runners

Futuristically built ghettos brothers palm metal

Gina gurshung, gunners, what the fuck lazer 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

Jammed from the jugular stem, pendulum, mechanical

I apologize for spilling anime to Godzilla

Pissed off metallic mandible jaw bone pillage

(Practice what you preach

So you don’t forfeit the scrimmage)

Slowly we settle into famine

While metal cannon’s handled in the five digitals

Of apathetically massaged phyicee, shell holded

While 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 remastered themselves and re

-materialised the essence

He’ll become flotation, here’s a quotation

I’m holding nations, I’m slowly awaiting

Closing faces with my cannibal ox cutter knowledge

Razor blade got caught in-between my spleen

Built in, now lets start the revolution

We’re shooting, stop that knowledge

I’m dropping, what is known as my urbanite

Anti collage liffin'

Realise that I’m only living through the eyes of a pigeon