ICP Mad Proffesor Lyrics

[Dialogue between Violent J and Couch Guy]

[Violent J]
I was never popular, this I'll admit, f___ school never liked me, Goo!
All the kids would always beat me, until I'm half-dead
Make fun of the size of my forehead
But that s___ never bothered me, Mama and Mother
They had a lot of property
They had a science lab in the basement
And that's where my free ti...well, my time was spent
I made a mouse with a chicken head
It clucked three times: CLUCK, CLUCK, CLUCK!
And then it was dead
I made a lot of things though, like a frog with a turkey neck
gobblegobblegobble, it was the s___ (yeah)
But I'm still lonely, I need a homie
So I collected limbs and made a zombie
I could've made a girlie friend
But f___ that, I got my girlie right here...yeah!

[Chorus]
You can call me Mad Professor
I will make a friend for me
You can call me Mad Professor
We will rule eternity

[Dialogue between Violent J and a b____]

[Violent J]
I used so many body parts it was crazy
I killed a whole bunch of mother f___ers , like what, eighty?
They all chipped in on my special friend
Everything helps, Even if you got a finger to lend, come on
I hear the other children playing outside
"Keep it down you little b____es, I'll skin your f___ing hides!"
?Stressful?, this part is wack
Some how I gots to attach this nut sack
s___! f___! I'm sawing off an elbow
Looking at the meter I'm like ?Quasar and Ziphalo?
Or better yet look out the f___ing window
I see a storms coming, almost time to roll
Screw the head on, come on, come on
It's the thuggish, ruggish, bone
Okay it's time, hit the switch, turn it up a hert
f___! s___! Didn't work

[Chorus]

[Dialogue between Violent J and a wrecker serviceman]

It wasn't always easy (Hell no!) let me tell ya
But f___ that, cause I ain't no failure
I put the s___ with the veins and this with that
Wait a minute...(brrrt) did you hear that?
It's alive! I just gotta wake it up
Hand me that Rock & Rye pour it in a cup
Give it to his a__ wait, hold up, pause
I ain't cleaning his draws man, f___ that
Get him fat, get him ready, it's almost time
Paint his ugly face up almost like mine
I see him twitching, I'm on a roll
He can help me tell the whole world about the carnival
Turn the hertz all the way up for this s___
And just wait for that lightning bolt to hit
Did it work? You make the call
s___gy? (What up, y'all!)

[Chorus 3X]

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