Mushroom Clouds - Jack Jetson, Dirty Dike

Night vision optic binoculars

Geronimo Jetson

Cotch with the octopus

Johnny Strange had to stop with the doctor stuff

Dodgy operations, patients chopped with the bodies cup

«What the fuck»

Brains in the microwave

remains in the fire place

Climbing stairs up the spiral case

The surgeon with a sharp scalpel to slice your face

Skeletons hanging from the ceiling

Empty cupboards so you know my family ain’t eating

Jamming in the evening

Zoot fluffy like I wrapped it in a sheep skin

Strapped it in a green slim, passed it to the phantom of my demon

He lit it like a lantern then he breathed in

Look towards the window as he puffed out

Good shout, Geronimo Strange about to jump out

Coming like I’m Sally Gunnell’s, I’ll stop

And ain’t a man I trust enough to tuck it

You love it!

I saw a man digging through the rubbish

I took him to the pub for lunch to listen and discuss it

He said, «My life’s a mess, I’m feeling like I’m quite depressed,

plus my wife’s leaving me and even trying to fight my friends»

«She's gonna take the kids, I hate the bitch she takes the piss,

I’ll cellotape her face to the fridge and fucking break her ribs»

Wait, wait wait

I said «Mate I could relate to this, I used to date a chick who had me acting

like a plagiarist»

«And everyday she mentioned David, Liz and their relationship, stare at me for

ages and telling me how great it is»

Don’t stab her yet, nah

You earned her dad’s respect, yeah

Well let’s grab an ounce of crack and rap the alphabet

Sick plan, got the brain ticking like a big hand

Six grams into it I’m tripping in this wig wam

Chill FM

Still left them

Little weed, bottom of the garden like Bill & Ben

Small harvest, little shed

Trim a hedge, skydive, skyscrape his mirrors edge

Paper stack, played with jack’s scissors, shred

Bill a head in a phone box, Bill & Ted

Stitch my head back together with a pin and thread

The living dead, undercover like a hidden fed

Eyes glisten red, J Strange

Havn’t slept for 8 days still slyed up in your sister’s bed

Mr. red straight psycho like Mr. blonde

My raps cast magic tricks like a wizard’s wand

Still surviving in the lizard’s pond

Came to kill it with a licence like Jimmy Bond

Rappers collapsing like dominos stack

When I attack, jump off the map

Geronimo Jack