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An improvised track, meant to be the theme song of Mike M.
zombies undead dead gross
Musicians of the undead nature.
3R, or the "3Residents" formed at the young age of 28, but at 30, before performing, were stricken with a curse -- a virus -- and continued performing even under the influence/infection. The interesting sounds that all 3 of them created after the contamination brings us to the new flavor.
Song Info
Genre
Hip-Hop • Positive Vibes
Charts
#152,657 today Peak #1,190
#5,934 in subgenre Peak #41
Author
MM, PE, NA
Rights
None
Uploaded
April 18, 2004
Track Files
MP3
MP3 2.8 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Story behind the song
Self-explanatory.
Lyrics
(Necro) Watch out for the man of elastic Modeled with the mask straight made of plastic Covering his scars, marks, burns, loose limbs For every new mask there is a new victim Call him Mike M. or call him what you will During ultraviolence he'll pull ultra-windmills (Panda) Please, I beg you, you must recognize Mike M., or you'll be deprived Of life and you'll lose, everything spiritually Because Mike M. is the guy that knows what it means to be A reigning king, negative opposition Placing a nigga in uncomfortable positions (Mike) Well I'm the Myers and I clean up real good Refreshing the virus like you know I should Conjugating the content of your life as you know it Manifesting your body in a way that you may not show it To me now or you'll face the president 1 out of 3, 1 of 3 of the residents (He brings with him to this the enhancement Niggas watch out for it's his bodily advancement) (Mike and Panda) The number one doctor reccommended Publicly offended zombie, for whatever the problem be Fearlessly baptizing niggers onto his side So watch out, you are about to collide As you may know the passion of this ramification Began with Mike's strong grammar fixation And before the nigga knew it he was writing and erasin' Chasing all the glaze, son, amazing and blazing (All) Feel the wrath of the oppressor: murdering professor Lyrical obsessor making you your own confessor Little be known that his microphone Is set in gold but also human-stone (Mike and Necro) Me and myself known as Michael Myers The Trump style -- your fired (tm) And after, that, after I verbally joust you I can't wait to get back to your house to murder you (Necro and Panda) For zombie-murders, there's been no amendment Though it's possible that the government assassinates our sole descendants So for now we showing niggas what it means to sedate To activate, motivate, fabricate and re-create and demonstrate the plate where we can liberate Teammates and the greats, to decorate a reincarnate To lift our spirits but crap on yours Like a pigeon on the city hall floors
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