codePoet0XA: And the last shall be First to the curb with the mad cow meat Face in the bars of a regular cell When he woke up high in collectible hell Boom town kid who was taught by the binge That a man who expires with the most shit wins That's warpy American nonsense penned by the rich Not a routine to hold for a friend in a pinch Still not used to the stench How it throws off otherwise lucid events In the case the afraid observe I got a Pro-Keds box full of layman's terms, it goes Hey, peace, pray for the plagued Major relief and capacious rains But just cuz I don't want to war with you It doesn't mean "go warm up the barbecue" I'm like pardon you, sawed off limit My high noon is a quick little minute I don't wanna spend it sitting with a critic Who simply isn't going to ever really get it This HQ is alive and alone No driveway no sign of a home No dial tone, no line for the phone No world's tiniest violin song And I might just lie to them all, lie in the morgue With a deep breath hiding and bored Fighting a smile, highly annoyed When the timing is right I will rise and record Call for the monster beats and Blockhead got Animal drums like he's doctor teeth It goes red light, green light,1... 2... 3... One large coffee... fuck you... peace!
First to the curb with the mad cow meat
Face in the bars of a regular cell
When he woke up high in collectible hell
Boom town kid who was taught by the binge
That a man who expires with the most shit wins
That's warpy American nonsense penned by the rich
Not a routine to hold for a friend in a pinch
Still not used to the stench
How it throws off otherwise lucid events
In the case the afraid observe
I got a Pro-Keds box full of layman's terms, it goes
Hey, peace, pray for the plagued
Major relief and capacious rains
But just cuz I don't want to war with you
It doesn't mean "go warm up the barbecue"
I'm like pardon you, sawed off limit
My high noon is a quick little minute
I don't wanna spend it sitting with a critic
Who simply isn't going to ever really get it
This HQ is alive and alone
No driveway no sign of a home
No dial tone, no line for the phone
No world's tiniest violin song
And I might just lie to them all, lie in the morgue
With a deep breath hiding and bored
Fighting a smile, highly annoyed
When the timing is right I will rise and record
Call for the monster beats and Blockhead got
Animal drums like he's doctor teeth
It goes red light, green light,1... 2... 3...
One large coffee... fuck you... peace!