How_Do I Get Off This Planet by Johjoh Lyrics

Quote from the song “How_Do I Get Off This Planet” by Johjoh

Verse 1:
My venom spits, rips random eardrums like superman, plus
I outfox by travelling light
My structures a cord and a mic restrained to a boombox
I reflux through oxygen
Freeze up your teardrops
Than detox your pyrogen
My origin eclipse slips back to ’86
To circumflex my first manokinetics
I flip this, rappers are discrepancy like sweaty armpits
On a man without arms, fuck this
Writing liquid lyrics and than punching
Myself in the mouth gives more competition than battling you
I go far beyond residue
When I practiced in my room my mom always said who
You talking too?
She send me to the physiatrist
I’m the protagonist, slap the egotist on his glass eye
I asks why idiots graze like pelicans, but lack the grace
To amaze
I got 2 rappers in a duffel bag and 1 in a suitcase
I take you back to your anal phase

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Credits, Cast & Crew of Song “How_Do I Get Off This Planet”

• Produced: Johjoh
• Written: Johjoh
• Release Date: July 30, 2017

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Verse 1:
My venom spits, rips random eardrums like superman, plus
I outfox by travelling light
My structures a cord and a mic restrained to a boombox
I reflux through oxygen
Freeze up your teardrops
Than detox your pyrogen
My origin eclipse slips back to ’86
To circumflex my first manokinetics
I flip this, rappers are discrepancy like sweaty armpits
On a man without arms, fuck this
Writing liquid lyrics and than punching
Myself in the mouth gives more competition than battling you
I go far beyond residue
When I practiced in my room my mom always said who
You talking too?
She send me to the physiatrist
I’m the protagonist, slap the egotist on his glass eye
I asks why idiots graze like pelicans, but lack the grace
To amaze
I got 2 rappers in a duffel bag and 1 in a suitcase
I take you back to your anal phase

Chorus:
How Do I Get Off This Planet Now
Verse 2:
I’ve been been grizzly – hibernating for some years
Now replug me -
My careers resurrects like Pam Griers
All fears I drive through ’em like vehicles of empathy
I fill up a reservoir
Monitor you monkeys getting commercially
It’s the eight-legged microphonenable
Web-slinging spidermanaclez
With the inflatable genitals, non-typical text propeller
I cock nostrils, digest Adam’s apples then I caterpillar
Beats like Cedric Miller
My wordplay similar to chess-play of Bobby Fischer
I masher all frivolous syllables like squares in inches
I pleasure to annoy like a dick suck from a midget with brazes
I slap rap phrases rapidly, rap blazes, rap greatest capacity
Ties up like shoelaces till infinity
I translated ill word-transports
Constantly transmuted like databoards
Mind-bugs to mic-plugs to nine-slugs
Like Marc Ecko, my rhino rocks
Fills you up like butt-plugs
You be dogs, than fetch
You attach platinum plaques with the ideas your penis stretch
That’s why you see half like an eyepatch
So perhaps I need to stitch your lips
Multiply myself in a lot - to battle like Neo battles all
Agents smiths, worship my spits
I’m a spaceship that rips a vortex, I stretch up
Stour up Europe, you flow is watered down like syrup
I tear up complex
I might be grown up but I still ride a BMX
Chorus:
How Do I Get Off This Planet Now