Bullet Proof Mustache-Strange U/Lee Scott

Bullet Proof Mustache - Strange U/Lee Scott Written by：DR. Zygote/Obi Adibuah Bulletproof Bulletproof mustache Bulletproof mustache A yo twelve little simians jumping upon the bed bed One fell the f**k off landed and bumped his head head His mother called the doctor and this is what he said What he said Smoke dust till the ambulance runs a red runs a red Pandora opening up the d*mned box Dash a whale in the ocean like John Hancock D*mn when he's finished grabbing his balls He sat with half a gram and some British amateur porn He should really stand up be a man and spark a nation But his dick was titanium alloy with armor plating Sane remained in the seat calm and patient Trying to think about sandwiches rats Sarah Palin On the street rocking a dark halo Pay attention he's skillfully dodging a sharknado They say he's quite pathetic for causing mega harm But his brain is cybernetic like Schwarzenegger's arm The skill of the man with golden meatballs Who'll pop the eyes out of your skull like total recall The grand sapient tasting the canned flavoring Iller than Jean Claude Van punching a d*mn alien Yo you tried shooting at the bullet proof mustache The bullet ricochet then it rushed back so f**k that In the club rest with my three uzis Chirping a chick up in the bar with three boobies Hit the stage to rock a mean crowd With a tache to make burt Reynolds seem proud wow Got them like wow He's got a bullet proof mustache Lee Scott They planned to invade this cess pool planet in 93 But landed to find me 'long tall sally on practicing thai chi Calm like a hindu cow Look what you've got yourselves into now I train for hours in the rain Picturesque mountainous terrain Sixty reps in a set smoking cigarettes in a vest With a boulder on my pigeon chest Left the whole city in a mess To save a single damsel in distress Necking whisky on me bill depressed Angry at god but I'm still the best man for the job F**k a presidents blessing I win quiet wars with deafening weapons You'll die before the lion roars F**k the credits I don't like awards I save us all while you shine your swords Teabag the mother ship with fire balls Then hit the ground like a crash landin' I'm the last man standing like Van Damme dancin' Raise the weapon teach the alien race a lesson Jesse Ventura 'tache circa 87 Swinging a bat like Freddie Flintoff Braindead lawn mowing limbs off Malnourished rambo karate chopping a mango Into equal portions to feed the orphans You want your planet saving just ask The man with the bullet proof mustache You want your planet saving just ask The bullet proof mustache