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when
Fact, fate and fiction, are all victims of my diction
And its lost on the lobe of my lung
The fan blows these desires around the room
While devil's

my frontal lobe out
My life I wanna lose it
Uh
Sniffing on this white fluffy shit now
Uh
Acid in the freezer move it to the fridge, uh
Coughing up

out my bag, just more distracted from genetic karma
Coughing up a lung or two to keep me calmer
It's a current way to spell out how i'm acting like I'm

Ops movin like some weirdos
But we watchin em
Hollow points for heroes
Iron man ain't stoppin em
Iron to ya ear lobe
Pray i ain't poppin em
Flyin

at the
Top of my lungs, but that girl she got my tongue
So I sing it instead

I sing it
Ooooh
Maybe this is all inside my head

I sing it
Ooooh
Love will make

Apache Rocks the Bottom

Scooter

Sunshine Live, Vol. 17

2006

lobe
'Til the microphone explodes
Love to rock bottom beats for the flicks
To hibernate and syncopate
But I'm still in the mix
Come on

Rock

frontal lobe
`til the microphone explodes
Love to rock bottom beats for the flicks
To hibernate and syncopate but I`m still in the mix
Come on

Rock

dung
But him love di fuckry like him son
A him carry mi go buy di gun
Fi shot dem, and deprive dem lung of oxygen
But mommy say shoot fi di future
dem

begging for my death
99 kicking back waiting to be laid to rest
Sticky in the blunt
Inhaling it straight into my lungs
I walk around my hoodie up
Rollin

lung
You got a booty throwing at you, better move your tongue
They just want the crude to run, shooting what they do for fun
Cover up the truth in mud,

Rock Bottom

Scooter

Who's Got the Last Laugh Now?

2005

There's a new flex I drop
From my frontal lobe
Till the microphone explodes

love to rock bottom beats for the flicks
To hibernate and syncopate but I'm

Apache Rocks The Bottom

Scooter

Disco Rojo, Vol. 3

2006

frontal lobe 'til the microphone explodes
Love to rock bottom beats for the flicks
To hibernate and syncopate
But I'm still in the mix, come on

Rock

a blunt of that fire, that fuzzy, that fuck me that shit got me stuck
Exhaling smoke, never choke it go straight to my brain
Frontal lobe and it got me like

what you need to survive
So I hear your lungs are filled with dirty air
Are your track days over Do you care
Slow moving pig escaping drop out
Spending

girls isn’t fun
Got hidden talents but you don’t have one
Got so much ice, my wrist feeling numb
Got a fat rock on my ear lobes
I can never ever trust

lashed with the whip
With every movement of my lip and tongue and every breath from my lungs 
I continuously display that I'm the one but I'm not done

Johnny didn't learn the code
Got phones over his lobes
Didn't look he crossed the road
He Wound up dead
Jenny liked to blether
Went hitchhiking any

You see my mouth is a gate, inside’s a bruise
Travel down my throat, yeah, I’m turning blue
You see lungs open wide
I breathe you into the lobe so I

to a microphone
Check the frontal lobe
Vortex in my cortex
Cold rain gon pour I got the goretex
Want more - I could deliver to your doorstep
Got a bird out

prepare, to empty my lungs

A clear view within the scope
Enemy without a shadow of hope
Target sighted, I dial the distance
 Accounting for wind resistance

on my finger tips and on my ear lobes
Smoke coming out my eyes
And I'm barely even blowed
I'm throwed in my zone
Like a pack and I played
And I don't

tales are never offered
Thumbing through lungs appendices
Snapped breath of attraction
Each coma has an asterisk

Fangs tarnished in bold but never curved

I've got a heart beat, it's deep within my chest
I've got these lungs here, they bring me every breathe
I've got a conscious mind
That contemplates

the air just like the taint of animal
I don't care
Lungs are expandable
Feels good till its painful
Let me fan you a bowl
Catch a whiff of the good life