Both as a standalone and as part of the DSOTS album, you can take this lyric as read. As a matter of public record, Jourgensen's drug intake was legendary even in the 1980s. By the late 90s, in his own words, he was grappling with massive addiction issues and had lost almost everything: friends, spouse, money and had nearly died more than once. "Dark Side of the Spoon" is a both funny & sad title for an album made by a musical genius who was losing the plot; and this song is a message to his fans & friends saying he knows it. It's painful to listen to so I'm glad the "Keith Richards of industrial metals" wised up and cleaned up. Well done sir.
I put my ears to the streets and got hostile
A-F-you, I'ma show you my style
All the ladies get buck and show me your style
You wanna ride with king of the rodeo
My style will play your globe, it's like audio
Before I step in the club, I drink a forty, yo
I be the type of cat with a flow that can gat
Bust a shot for my niggaz, holla, where ya at?
East coast, that's right, get it crunk
Get drunk, that's right world, don't get it fucked up
I'm on the course, I will change the game
I'm droppin' into the main frame, to be a stain and remain
And I'm bound to be a link in the chain
I'm hotter than a smokin' barrel, yo
Or dress like little shorty when she got her period
Yea, don, word is bond, I gotta flow
The rawest nigga to ever spit it
Brooklyn, represent, yeah, my people gonna feel this
The rawest nigga that ever spit it
Yeah, holla at them tints, right there, he on the guest list
The rawest nigga to ever spit it
BK, stand up, yeah, my niggaz gonna feel this
The realest nigga that ever spit it
And now I'm all around the world, you just don't wanna hear it
I ain't no rap sinner, I'm a nigga spittin' toxic
Shake ya bon bon yo, and let me rock this
To everybody, take a chill, you can't stop this
Pardon me Flex, brace ya self let me drop this
Scorch like the sun burnin' in the tropics
Sperm rap acts up, yup, in every topic
I be the freshest artist to hit the market
Everybody get ya body rocked by this
Whether outside or inside, nothin' can stop my ride
I hit the charts up like I hit a drive by
When my voice and the track collide
Yo, I take ya legs out like ya stepped on a land mine
Nine times nine, that's how many styles I got for this rhyme
And I'ma hit ya with a punch line
Clap back, it go clap back
And If I got to, yo, I'm ready for war, ready to bust back
The rawest nigga to ever spit it
Brooklyn, represent, yeah, my people gonna feel this
The rawest nigga that ever spit it
Yeah, holla at them tints, right there, he on the guest list
The rawest nigga to ever spit it
BK, stand up, yeah, my niggaz gonna feel this
The realest nigga that ever spit it
And now I'm all around the world, you just don't wanna hear it
I'm fresh hell walls, like a schizophrenic rapist
Every album banks in a box like it's Christmas
What clinch this, I'm ready to dismiss
The mix of this odyssey shit and plenty presidents
You represent, I represent, yo dog
I'm all about the beats and the rhymin' and shit
I can flow all day or flow all night
And each one of my verses could be used as a night light
I let the vibrations, vernacular
Scoop up a chase for cakes like a spatula
Now that I captured that, I got ya gaspin' for
More the same thing, that's what you ask me for
Verbal debris, wash the shorelines
Globally, I'm respected worldwide lyrically
I got more bounce than bounce
And I ain't tryna make ya bounce
I'm just tryna show you what I'm about
The rawest nigga to ever spit it
Brooklyn, represent, yeah, my people gonna feel this
The rawest nigga that ever spit it
Yeah, holla at them tints, right there, he on the guest list
The rawest nigga to ever spit it
BK, stand up, yeah, my niggaz gonna feel this
The realest nigga that ever spit it
And now I'm all around the world, you just don't wanna hear it
Yup, spread out, but wait
I'm on your body, yeah, yeah
We came to mash up the whole party
Yup, spread out, but wait
I'm on your body, yeah, yeah
We came to mash up the whole party
Yup, spread out, but wait
I'm on your body, yeah, yeah
We came to mash up the whole party
Yup, spread out, but wait
I'm on your body, yeah, yeah
We came to mash up the whole party
A-F-you, I'ma show you my style
All the ladies get buck and show me your style
You wanna ride with king of the rodeo
My style will play your globe, it's like audio
Before I step in the club, I drink a forty, yo
I be the type of cat with a flow that can gat
Bust a shot for my niggaz, holla, where ya at?
East coast, that's right, get it crunk
Get drunk, that's right world, don't get it fucked up
I'm on the course, I will change the game
I'm droppin' into the main frame, to be a stain and remain
And I'm bound to be a link in the chain
I'm hotter than a smokin' barrel, yo
Or dress like little shorty when she got her period
Yea, don, word is bond, I gotta flow
The rawest nigga to ever spit it
Brooklyn, represent, yeah, my people gonna feel this
The rawest nigga that ever spit it
Yeah, holla at them tints, right there, he on the guest list
The rawest nigga to ever spit it
BK, stand up, yeah, my niggaz gonna feel this
The realest nigga that ever spit it
And now I'm all around the world, you just don't wanna hear it
I ain't no rap sinner, I'm a nigga spittin' toxic
Shake ya bon bon yo, and let me rock this
To everybody, take a chill, you can't stop this
Pardon me Flex, brace ya self let me drop this
Scorch like the sun burnin' in the tropics
Sperm rap acts up, yup, in every topic
I be the freshest artist to hit the market
Everybody get ya body rocked by this
Whether outside or inside, nothin' can stop my ride
I hit the charts up like I hit a drive by
When my voice and the track collide
Yo, I take ya legs out like ya stepped on a land mine
Nine times nine, that's how many styles I got for this rhyme
And I'ma hit ya with a punch line
Clap back, it go clap back
And If I got to, yo, I'm ready for war, ready to bust back
The rawest nigga to ever spit it
Brooklyn, represent, yeah, my people gonna feel this
The rawest nigga that ever spit it
Yeah, holla at them tints, right there, he on the guest list
The rawest nigga to ever spit it
BK, stand up, yeah, my niggaz gonna feel this
The realest nigga that ever spit it
And now I'm all around the world, you just don't wanna hear it
I'm fresh hell walls, like a schizophrenic rapist
Every album banks in a box like it's Christmas
What clinch this, I'm ready to dismiss
The mix of this odyssey shit and plenty presidents
You represent, I represent, yo dog
I'm all about the beats and the rhymin' and shit
I can flow all day or flow all night
And each one of my verses could be used as a night light
I let the vibrations, vernacular
Scoop up a chase for cakes like a spatula
Now that I captured that, I got ya gaspin' for
More the same thing, that's what you ask me for
Verbal debris, wash the shorelines
Globally, I'm respected worldwide lyrically
I got more bounce than bounce
And I ain't tryna make ya bounce
I'm just tryna show you what I'm about
The rawest nigga to ever spit it
Brooklyn, represent, yeah, my people gonna feel this
The rawest nigga that ever spit it
Yeah, holla at them tints, right there, he on the guest list
The rawest nigga to ever spit it
BK, stand up, yeah, my niggaz gonna feel this
The realest nigga that ever spit it
And now I'm all around the world, you just don't wanna hear it
Yup, spread out, but wait
I'm on your body, yeah, yeah
We came to mash up the whole party
Yup, spread out, but wait
I'm on your body, yeah, yeah
We came to mash up the whole party
Yup, spread out, but wait
I'm on your body, yeah, yeah
We came to mash up the whole party
Yup, spread out, but wait
I'm on your body, yeah, yeah
We came to mash up the whole party
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