Dinosaur Blood - PHFAT, P.H. Fat, Michael Zietsman

Mike

Ah the sun’s so yellow here

That’s not what I was told

The sand makes my throat dry

My skin feels so old

It’s warm here but I’m cold

The earth here feels electric

I wish I could go home

This oxygen’s pathetic

Spend all my time being cold in the sunshine

Fuck psychedelic antidotes

I’ll be cold by myself

And the shell round my brain might stretch thin

I’ll see colours in the sky for weeks

When the creeps scream

It’s gon' be synthesized coming from inside a place

Where evil goes to die an' get rebuilt

I’m coming back a super-Mike

Howling at the moon for being grey

I’m howling at the moon

I’m howling at you

I’m talking 'bout dinosaur love

And hugs

And flowers

And pictures on the wall

And dogs

And super powers

Yellow sticky notes screaming: 'be ten thousand tercent'

And spelling FFF, to make my friends laugh

A ninja slug master mass slowly gets a raise

Drawing on the wall, by drawing on your face

Can you taste what I mean?

Can you taste?

Can you taste?

-Disco

I’m talking 'bout dinosaur blood

And thugs

And liars

And bitches on the floor making love to my super powers

Yellow sticky dope you screaming: 'You suck"

Hours on end, and spelling XXX to make my bitch scream

While Paranormal Ox Man’s trying to get paid

I’m drawing on the wall by drawing on your face

Can you taste what I mean?

Can you taste?

Can you taste?

Super slick slip stream

Disco with a lazer beam

Teleport my pencil point

Grips when your shit squeezed

Happy if you’re happy with your desk job

Super hero dinosaur freaking people

Let’s start getting evil

Paranormal Ox with my power print socks

Drawing pictures on the wall

While the universe rots

Alright, I got that super shit

Dripping from my fingertips

Blacker than the hole that I live in when I get sick of shit

Now!

I got my liquid love flowing with my thug lips

Rapping to the beats of the ocean, now!

Bitches.

I’m talking 'bout dinosaur blood

And thugs

And liars

And bitches on the floor making love to my super powers

Yellow sticky dope you screaming: 'You suck"

Hours on end, and spelling XXX to make my bitch scream

While Paranormal Ox Man’s trying to get paid

I’m drawing on the wall by drawing on your face

Can you taste what I mean?

Can you taste?

Can you taste motherfucker?!