Mutescreamer

Robski ready to rock, rock to the rhythm rhythm

Rock rock to the rhythm rock (Robski)

Robski ready to rock, rock to the rhythm rhythm

Rock rock to the rhythm rock (Robski)

Robski ready to rock, rock to the rhythm rhythm

Rock rock to the rhythm rock (Robski)

Robski ready to rock, rock to the rhythm rhythm

Rock rock to the rhythm rock (Robski)

Landmark taste me in the mouth, cinnamon tongue

Is a torch, make flames singe a sentiment

Similar to teething tenements, intimate with the dearly

Defeated, wave of convictions that teeters microphone

Testimony testosterone, distorted toenail

Clippings, mind is circuits, out of gas

No mileage, a murder of the rabbit, not running

Tense like a wooden hand, extraordinarily hollow

Eyes imprinted with the pearls of defeat

The fragile opposition gaze with envious orbs

Affectionate as a pebble in the shoe, I expect

From you nothing, from me, nothing less

The best of the losers, perfect for people with no sense of discretion

To cheat motion without moving your mouth like a mom on the phone

Mute screamer

Robski ready to rock, rock to the rhythm rhythm

Rock rock to the rhythm rock (Robski)

Robski ready to rock, rock to the rhythm rhythm

Rock rock to the rhythm rock (Robski)

Robski ready to rock, rock to the rhythm rhythm

Rock rock to the rhythm rock (Robski)

Robski ready to rock, rock to the rhythm rhythm

Rock rock to the rhythm rock (Robski)

Sultan of syntax, symmetry surpass style, pretenders betrayal

The bubble cushion, no talent attached on scotch tape

Set the pace, praise, pervade the stage, with great joy

Deplit like poultry, insignificant itsy bitsy index

Intimidated by parables of prescribed paranoia

Imitation irritated by my perfect noise

Lovely, prime splurge of words, contortion of verbs

I turn myself on, electrify mic

Tight, kitty with tight shit eyes

Can't wait for rewinds to catch kinetics

Never say tempo, temper, panic, mechanic, manic on mic

The werewolf dynamite, damage mics, you Bud Lights

Lack the blood type, immaculate when I

Freak the beat with white tee, drink bleach

Havoc to bone, foliage, both foes kneed in the

Middle of pants leg where it crease and toes split

It's the poet, no beard, the golden throat

Approach like a gym coach and working it out

Your periodical's out of shape, out of place, obsolete, don't fit

Like wearing a shirt that looks younger than your age and shit

Cheap and indignant and talent

Was a toupee, you'd be easily removed

Mute screamer

Mute screamer

Robski ready to rock, rock to the rhythm rhythm

Rock rock to the rhythm rock (Robski)

Robski ready to rock, rock to the rhythm rhythm

Rock rock to the rhythm rock (Robski)

Robski ready to rock, rock to the rhythm rhythm

Rock rock to the rhythm rock (Robski)

Robski ready to rock, rock to the rhythm rhythm

Rock rock to the rhythm rock (Robski)