Metal Gear

Take these two cats, strip down in metal gear
 And words from their faces echo
 "that's metal", swears
 Starving, but happy, bombers of stealth
 Who never cried on yellow brick roads until they found themselves
 --and since then, my placement of ten men
 I grew up in an iron galaxy
 Where everyday is like
 You smell smoke, but fire you don't see
 My soul is a precious metal that I wrap around me
 Like Mario, 64 to be precise
 I know soldiers of fortune don't like to gamble
 But inadvertently they roll the dice
 When that knight in shining armour ran off with Guinevere
 I was there to threaten the downfall of Camelot's tar pot
 Now I'm here to play connect the dots with your face
 That's cannibal ox
 The truth cuts, like space ghost
 Wheels of steel principles, but with a -
 Rular smack to the knuckles in addition
 If you try to steal my principles, (that's the principle)
 If you're stainless, act as if I care
 In due time imperfection with tarnish your silver ware
 Enter the litter box, where some cats mold their toes
 Not knowing who's going to be the next de-comp-osing host
 Over the all mighty cheese
 Even though its got holes in it
 Like the souls of murderers and thieves
 And the harm do back to you
 Is a mechanic karma, fuelled by the hunger
 That shall consume you all
 You should have fell off the earth when you thought it was flat
 Last time I recall
 Cannibal ox is the next catch-22
 Divided that by two elevenths
 Too indivisible
 Cannibals lock
 Cannibals shot
 Leaving those tangible knots
 Cannibal o
 Handle you slow
 Cannibal pro
 With animal flows
 What, metal gear niggers!
 Who the hell's meda-ling?
 Vordul flowing on track, metal wing
 Concocting thought channel
 Turn on microphone attachment panel
 Cannibal lexicon reverb, verbal meat eater
 Toasting, mine similar, to loaded nine heater
 Mental blocking, cocking, jammed, glocking
 Technological defect FEEDER
 Lefty clutching, automatic amazing pen
 Might touch savage tragedy bleeder
 Right hand torn off, sawn off shotty
 Body of vordul, inhaling explosive shell seeker
 Such hanibal vets
 Killer canine holds technology
 Not toasted against the shell ghost
 Bear hugged in nine layers of mechanical flesh
 I swear cuddle gun luck is swung, trouble lung
 Dodge and runs
 Locked in, my flesh helmet
 The best felt it when I wrote it
 Broken bow and arrow sparrow
 Flown on paper collided with with dirty, whilst flutter
 Please forgive me for licking you with the organic box cutter
 Pretty mechanic cannibal ox stutter, on that
 My ox swing on tracks like hey Zeus frozen in gold
 If Apollo swallowed his heavy medallion whole
 Slow, mechanical sling blade runners
 Futuristically built ghettos brothers palm metal
 Gina gurshung, gunners, what the fuck lazer burners
 Held in the small digits of children inside a city of lost midgets
 Blood on the cloaks of broken winged pigeons
 Spitting metal's with ox's under their tongue
 Article, done, swinging particle sun
 Jammed from the jugular stem, pendulum, mechanical
 I apologize for spilling anime to Godzilla
 Pissed off metallic mandible jaw bone pillage
 (Practice what you preach
 So you don't forfeit the scrimmage)
 Slowly we settle into famine
 While metal cannon's handled in the five digitals
 Of apathetically massaged phyicee, shell holded
 While flesh wounded, in hell, criticals
 I'm too motherfucking ill, cannibal ox
 Mechanical shots will spill
 It's war against all of you
 Stepping into my dimension
 Did I mention
 I have to let my team of flotation device
 Nice emcees, digitally remastered themselves and re
 -materialised the essence
 He'll become flotation, here's a quotation
 I'm holding nations, I'm slowly awaiting
 Closing faces with my cannibal ox cutter knowledge
 Razor blade got caught in-between my spleen
 Built in, now lets start the revolution
 We're shooting, stop that knowledge
 I'm dropping, what is known as my urbanite
 Anti collage liffin'
 Realise that I'm only living through the eyes of a pigeon