Dead Disnee Lyrics
| Song | Dead Disnee |
| Artist | El-P |
| Album | Fantastic Damage |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : El-P | |
| to Get retarded on a boom box frame (frame!) | |
| When all the funny little games are dead (dead!) | |
| Rush said he didn't like the name (name!) | |
| Try to tell me that my peoples aren't Def? (Def!) | |
| Rebels spill the pattern thats dusty (dusty!) | |
| Uprock with a mad hatter thought (thought!) | |
| Tryin to act live on Mr Toad's Wild Ride | |
| Get ingested without prejudice daddy's revenge on Oedipus | |
| Standing on a precipice holding hands with Gepetto the lecherous | |
| Manipulator of oak, the sick joke | |
| liars want to be real and conceal the nose growth | |
| in the first row a the show, try to front you get choked | |
| Slayed Bambi, sprayed his whole family | |
| Try to act cute, got his hoofs in my pantry | |
| Frolic through the woods destitute and mad aggy | |
| Brainwashed badly, the propaganda had me | |
| When the design of modern culture is modeled after new (Sodom) | |
| Bottle and packeged with emotions for kiddies to get robotic | |
| I come with damage thats fantastically uncomfortable, kill the paradigm | |
| vomiting rotted language addict, thorns for Brer rabbit | |
| When the city burns down I'm gonna go to Disney World, world world world world | |
| Front now, you got a cheshire cat grin | |
| eerie malevolence of commerce combined with backspins | |
| I'm just a kid, tryin' to do good for my friends whose lives end | |
| While the queen of radio play painting the carnations red | |
| Fantasia 2000, was a number one flick | |
| The housing development built to collapse quick | |
| arousing the relevant faith to berate this | |
| Dousing the machine, gasoline and flame fists | |
| I'm full blown, apocaloid perp needle dirt | |
| Born to make a thumper that warns the scorched earth | |
| Anarchist chef, make napalm from Nerf | |
| Put the propane to the fertilizer watch it convert | |
| Penny... ante, cheaply imitated | |
| the dead dis rotary blade persuade many | |
| But look a little closer, the jails are not empty | |
| the rabbit hole, made for the meek and re-entry | |
| You're on the wrong side of the looking glass now Paw, face it | |
| My brainiac drums make computers lose patience | |
| Decepticon era kid, scream Zulu Nation | |
| A hundred and forty nine stay high battle cadence | |
| Live among the merchants of blood (blood!) | |
| but all the power and control means shit (shit!) | |
| now you can frolic with the demons in the mud (mud!) | |
| But mother****er you don't want to match wits (wits!) | |
| Spit on a corporate lackey, unhand me | |
| Hand me the contract and back away slowly | |
| Spit shit distorted if wack, I'm disbanding | |
| Either feel the hellfire, or pay what you owe me | |
| Top of the world mom, and all these lights are so bright | |
| the Epcot center of the industry, snorting snow white | |
| Tryin to find a happy thought, dwarves wanna fly | |
| And naked lethal weapon plunge off a high rise | |
| Up against the Weathermen? you're an adult in never neverland | |
| Dumbos that step on toes with that fly shit contraband | |
| veteran straight from the nang death cookie | |
| duely compensated by saturation of rookies | |
| No self pity and no savin' the children | |
| No romance, dancin' and group hugs | |
| No tolerance for internet wars or soft beats | |
| Lord of the island where Piggy got stuck | |
| When the city burns down I'm gonna go to Disney world | |
| World, world, world, world | |
| When the city burns down I'm gonna go to Disney world | |
| World, world, world, world | |
| When the city burns down I'm gonna go to Disney world | |
| World, world, world, world | |
| When the city burns down I'm gonna go to Disney world | |
| World, world, world, world | |
| (Dead Disney mother****ers... ha, El Producto | |
| Yo... 2002 shit, bring your kids, bring the family | |
| Weathermen, Def Jux, ha, ha) |
| zuo ci : ElP | |
| to Get retarded on a boom box frame frame! | |
| When all the funny little games are dead dead! | |
| Rush said he didn' t like the name name! | |
| Try to tell me that my peoples aren' t Def? Def! | |
| Rebels spill the pattern thats dusty dusty! | |
| Uprock with a mad hatter thought thought! | |
| Tryin to act live on Mr Toad' s Wild Ride | |
| Get ingested without prejudice daddy' s revenge on Oedipus | |
| Standing on a precipice holding hands with Gepetto the lecherous | |
| Manipulator of oak, the sick joke | |
| liars want to be real and conceal the nose growth | |
| in the first row a the show, try to front you get choked | |
| Slayed Bambi, sprayed his whole family | |
| Try to act cute, got his hoofs in my pantry | |
| Frolic through the woods destitute and mad aggy | |
| Brainwashed badly, the propaganda had me | |
| When the design of modern culture is modeled after new Sodom | |
| Bottle and packeged with emotions for kiddies to get robotic | |
| I come with damage thats fantastically uncomfortable, kill the paradigm | |
| vomiting rotted language addict, thorns for Brer rabbit | |
| When the city burns down I' m gonna go to Disney World, world world world world | |
| Front now, you got a cheshire cat grin | |
| eerie malevolence of commerce combined with backspins | |
| I' m just a kid, tryin' to do good for my friends whose lives end | |
| While the queen of radio play painting the carnations red | |
| Fantasia 2000, was a number one flick | |
| The housing development built to collapse quick | |
| arousing the relevant faith to berate this | |
| Dousing the machine, gasoline and flame fists | |
| I' m full blown, apocaloid perp needle dirt | |
| Born to make a thumper that warns the scorched earth | |
| Anarchist chef, make napalm from Nerf | |
| Put the propane to the fertilizer watch it convert | |
| Penny... ante, cheaply imitated | |
| the dead dis rotary blade persuade many | |
| But look a little closer, the jails are not empty | |
| the rabbit hole, made for the meek and reentry | |
| You' re on the wrong side of the looking glass now Paw, face it | |
| My brainiac drums make computers lose patience | |
| Decepticon era kid, scream Zulu Nation | |
| A hundred and forty nine stay high battle cadence | |
| Live among the merchants of blood blood! | |
| but all the power and control means shit shit! | |
| now you can frolic with the demons in the mud mud! | |
| But mother er you don' t want to match wits wits! | |
| Spit on a corporate lackey, unhand me | |
| Hand me the contract and back away slowly | |
| Spit shit distorted if wack, I' m disbanding | |
| Either feel the hellfire, or pay what you owe me | |
| Top of the world mom, and all these lights are so bright | |
| the Epcot center of the industry, snorting snow white | |
| Tryin to find a happy thought, dwarves wanna fly | |
| And naked lethal weapon plunge off a high rise | |
| Up against the Weathermen? you' re an adult in never neverland | |
| Dumbos that step on toes with that fly shit contraband | |
| veteran straight from the nang death cookie | |
| duely compensated by saturation of rookies | |
| No self pity and no savin' the children | |
| No romance, dancin' and group hugs | |
| No tolerance for internet wars or soft beats | |
| Lord of the island where Piggy got stuck | |
| When the city burns down I' m gonna go to Disney world | |
| World, world, world, world | |
| When the city burns down I' m gonna go to Disney world | |
| World, world, world, world | |
| When the city burns down I' m gonna go to Disney world | |
| World, world, world, world | |
| When the city burns down I' m gonna go to Disney world | |
| World, world, world, world | |
| Dead Disney mother ers... ha, El Producto | |
| Yo... 2002 shit, bring your kids, bring the family | |
| Weathermen, Def Jux, ha, ha |
| zuò cí : ElP | |
| to Get retarded on a boom box frame frame! | |
| When all the funny little games are dead dead! | |
| Rush said he didn' t like the name name! | |
| Try to tell me that my peoples aren' t Def? Def! | |
| Rebels spill the pattern thats dusty dusty! | |
| Uprock with a mad hatter thought thought! | |
| Tryin to act live on Mr Toad' s Wild Ride | |
| Get ingested without prejudice daddy' s revenge on Oedipus | |
| Standing on a precipice holding hands with Gepetto the lecherous | |
| Manipulator of oak, the sick joke | |
| liars want to be real and conceal the nose growth | |
| in the first row a the show, try to front you get choked | |
| Slayed Bambi, sprayed his whole family | |
| Try to act cute, got his hoofs in my pantry | |
| Frolic through the woods destitute and mad aggy | |
| Brainwashed badly, the propaganda had me | |
| When the design of modern culture is modeled after new Sodom | |
| Bottle and packeged with emotions for kiddies to get robotic | |
| I come with damage thats fantastically uncomfortable, kill the paradigm | |
| vomiting rotted language addict, thorns for Brer rabbit | |
| When the city burns down I' m gonna go to Disney World, world world world world | |
| Front now, you got a cheshire cat grin | |
| eerie malevolence of commerce combined with backspins | |
| I' m just a kid, tryin' to do good for my friends whose lives end | |
| While the queen of radio play painting the carnations red | |
| Fantasia 2000, was a number one flick | |
| The housing development built to collapse quick | |
| arousing the relevant faith to berate this | |
| Dousing the machine, gasoline and flame fists | |
| I' m full blown, apocaloid perp needle dirt | |
| Born to make a thumper that warns the scorched earth | |
| Anarchist chef, make napalm from Nerf | |
| Put the propane to the fertilizer watch it convert | |
| Penny... ante, cheaply imitated | |
| the dead dis rotary blade persuade many | |
| But look a little closer, the jails are not empty | |
| the rabbit hole, made for the meek and reentry | |
| You' re on the wrong side of the looking glass now Paw, face it | |
| My brainiac drums make computers lose patience | |
| Decepticon era kid, scream Zulu Nation | |
| A hundred and forty nine stay high battle cadence | |
| Live among the merchants of blood blood! | |
| but all the power and control means shit shit! | |
| now you can frolic with the demons in the mud mud! | |
| But mother er you don' t want to match wits wits! | |
| Spit on a corporate lackey, unhand me | |
| Hand me the contract and back away slowly | |
| Spit shit distorted if wack, I' m disbanding | |
| Either feel the hellfire, or pay what you owe me | |
| Top of the world mom, and all these lights are so bright | |
| the Epcot center of the industry, snorting snow white | |
| Tryin to find a happy thought, dwarves wanna fly | |
| And naked lethal weapon plunge off a high rise | |
| Up against the Weathermen? you' re an adult in never neverland | |
| Dumbos that step on toes with that fly shit contraband | |
| veteran straight from the nang death cookie | |
| duely compensated by saturation of rookies | |
| No self pity and no savin' the children | |
| No romance, dancin' and group hugs | |
| No tolerance for internet wars or soft beats | |
| Lord of the island where Piggy got stuck | |
| When the city burns down I' m gonna go to Disney world | |
| World, world, world, world | |
| When the city burns down I' m gonna go to Disney world | |
| World, world, world, world | |
| When the city burns down I' m gonna go to Disney world | |
| World, world, world, world | |
| When the city burns down I' m gonna go to Disney world | |
| World, world, world, world | |
| Dead Disney mother ers... ha, El Producto | |
| Yo... 2002 shit, bring your kids, bring the family | |
| Weathermen, Def Jux, ha, ha |
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