Evil Weevil
Teddy's a bit lame, that you should know by now
When a real killer holds you down you're gonna drown
That fluffy motherfucker gonna wanna snuggle and cuddle  now
You won't see his hands from around the corner
Put you in a body bag, and send you to the coroner
This is starting to sound so sentimental
Bump my head on the sign so now I'm going mental
Can't see the signs so now I'm losing control
This is just the start of shit, man this is the soul
I haven't even warmed up my vocal weapons though
Can we just take a sec to realise that real life appears in such disguise that I hide my pride from the evil strife that you bring tonight
So when I write I hold on tight and grab the world and head for the light
I want to start it right
This goin be one hell of a night
Take back the after life
After life I'm cold as ice
My river flows are so damn tight
My laces crease up the shoes I wear
All this running, this wear and tear
If Jordan's the icon of the soul I tore my sneakers and my soul
Chopped up the laces and let it go
Ripped up the box set fire to it all
Took me away from all that grey
Not my Christian, so get out my way
This is not remembrance this is resemblance
Can't you see this mirror image coming out the frame
I am everything you want to be but a higher grade
Call me S-class you better add L cause the only place I going is higher up so well
Icarus better watch and learn cause unlike Ica I won't crash and burn
Swerve past the d and the drunk girls so watch me swirl like earl as I hurl and curl all these vowels and consonants constantly and cleverly spitting so much nonsense