Lyrics

Madness Returns
Lyrics by Gordon Deluse aka Gimp
Music by Charles Theiken aka Stagger



Gimp (1st verse)

Time Travel walking down a Mobius strip
Forsaking time, calibrating, making rhymes taking Copious trips
Salivating for the melodious drip
I conjure up the seas with ease
Poseidon and Moses, lyricists flee and leave
Iron Islands if I’m seen I reave
Current planet, you have to feign to believe
Dream warriors bad mouthed like Kincaid
Manifesting Dreamscapes like Dennis Quaid
Mental testing with miraculous escapes until it fades
Wonderful world, on the edge of that loveable crap
The Witcher, punishable map
You may get popped lyrically like bubble wrap
Gather the stones, sudden fear you will disappear with a subtle snap

Chorus X 2

Slippin the clip in the back, Slippin the clip in the back of the neck
Slippin the clip, Slippin the clip, Slippin the clip

Return with things that are Supernatural
Not Sam and Dean, As I pan and gleam, Super collateral
Tourniquet with a suture cause you’re fanatical
Not even the reaper could hurt me
Verbal roller derby
Mc’s get dispersed like birdseed
Bottom of the barrel- it’s good you’re confessing it
Your words hollow and empty as the vessel that’s possessing it
Merlin the Magician The Master of Magic
The Last Legion The Sword of Power
Disaster and tragic
It all began in a field surrounded by woods
Ladies hand stuck out of water; sword was bounded by good
My presence is always felt
I’m romantic, I put a gun to chest, making your heart melt

Chorus X 2

Slippin the clip in the back, Slippin the clip in the back of the neck
Slippin the clip, Slippin the clip, Slippin the clip

I levitate the pen Wingardium leviosa
Where’s the stadium you boast of?
Tear down the Palladium you’re host of
Killer jaws, my lyrics are black and white as an orca is
Wait there is more to this
Peel back the layers of determination the core of this
I succeeded where Sauron failed in Lord of the Rings
Your complaints are silenced by the sword of kings
I live at the corner house in Nilbog
Marching across marshy madness in a still bog
Mad at me? You wanna battle me?
I swim on a whim at the banks of the sea of Galilee
Dry off, my dates are contingent on body type
So nice Mother Teresa sued me for infringement of copy right

Chorus X 2

Slippin the clip in the back, Slippin the clip in the back of the neck
Slippin the clip, Slippin the clip, Slippin the clip