mercy of the elephants at the mercy of the elephants the mercy of the el mercy of the elephants terrorizing yr elements yr excellence when i crush rappers and tell stories from wax i dont fake or make it up like the medias bum facts i explain my exploits tho it seems unbelievable that im known to hang from ceilings spilling freestyle lyricals multisyllable disses to create a weird experience you think you landed on forbidden planet when i kick this dip a mind ahead of time even the krell cant compete the monsters from my id come unleashed tho i rarely sleep the beast keeps me honest doing things i believe girls question my sanity when i hit the scene silk screen tank top unmatched tube socks headphones too large attached to a boombox tape by biz mark pumps me up til the knobs bust jump around yr rooftop wear a woolcap from the thrift shop tear it off reveal bad hair mop top i cant stop wont stop the minor threat scares adults mercy of the elephants el the herd is on the move truth is ive been visited by demons from a young age panicked paralyzed gripped my ribcage visions magnified sounds amplified i couldnt escape them but lord knows i tried and lord knows i broke down in school and straight cried when i lost my depth perception and understanding of my sensory world reduced to light and sound waves a 7 year olds nightmares broke into his day all you have to fear is fear itself and i got older colder cos all you have to fear is everything step up to trips and your teeth lose their fillings demons back up yer making me crack up im viciously here and im filling this track up yeah man i live for this to drop a fat diss protect what i believe in and prove that i exist the rhythm is something to tie to the word i feel the ground shake and i march with the herd mercy of the elephants i be that tie dye wearing ed wood staring pop uncaring no swearing hairy half bear man literally tearing up mics i couldnt invent tales postcards cryptic mail you step outside yr balcony to get some air for yr mouth to breathe yer about to see some of the most absurd junk yr mind conceives throwing bags of roadkill up onto yr porch decomposing squirrels and a couple groundhog corpses sprinting away naked but for a vinyl rekkerd mask 2 king crimson lps melted and fastened with a clasps yer like what are you doing? whats the meaning? screaming in terror while yr nostrils take a beating then you see me heaving huge hunks of wood on a fire burning dollar bills and whack cassettes going wild lighting my guitar and waving it around cast the demons out create insane sounds im berserk the myrec foeth ephelatns