Brian Den: Instrumental Summer Lovin Lyrics: Just another day, day, just just just another day I was super mad and aggravated, pissed off and agitated till I contemplated how to get myself escalated, elevated past the ceiling feeling fantastic, got a few benjamins but I'll just use plastic, that's it, funky rhythm, bumpin round my suburbs trippin' dime a dozen ain't mean nothin' stand out do somethin different independent thinkers don't tinker on a winning equation better back off it means specifications. I'm like your mind from the doctor's observation brain scan was negative, mind space is vacant, next step funny farm consultation, ye livin in a barn man ya smell is devastatin' cultivatin' lyrics once you hear em you'll fear em cause if you step near it scared of it all out of rhythm like a magician I will sever you, to two different people, equaling a third of me you've heard of me I'm evil. Sort of like Keneivel or an Eminem sequel, I've got dirty rhymes like a heroin needle and I can smell fear in you, got the nose of a beetle, your breath wreak dude what you eat, some feet goat? Wash up, yeah brush your teeth kid, didn't you learn nothin' from del? Wash ya hands, not the kinda person wasting time on rehearsin' I'll say whats on my mind even if the words hurtin' burnin down ya eagle like Tebow when he throw the ball, the way he play QB you'd think theres no god at all next time you pray ask him to make ya not so terrible like an octopuses tentacle, you suck cluck like a chicken or a female dog bitchin, most shit you say is just a toxic emission and I don't listen to a word of it cause even if the jury sits, they can't make a decision on what the final verdict is, I mean come on son you're on one burns like a bunsen, sounds so dumb you talk nonsense as a constant, I can't stand another damn word muthaf***a, shut the f*** UP with that st-st-stutter spoutin about an equal IQ which you have none of, let me simplify it for the people who are dumber, I mean dumb muthaf***as should all run for cover, have a last drink watch your ship sink under, ye so full of crap I gotta grab my plunger, I want another hit tell me where's the ganja? No seriously where's the ganja at, I love you Mary Jane, don't ever change, unless you become legal, in which case, go for it. Bop bop Skoopity Bop. Lyrics by Elum3nt. Cold Cut is also an instrumental.