lyrics
I'm like 3 pennies from a quarter full of sympathy,
what they fucking did to me would uninhabit infantry,
sinfully what they fawn over ain't shit to me,
scientifically speak rolling up a swisher sweet,
switch your seats bitch, I like your view better,
had a couple to a few vendettas, but knew better,
ever had a window of opportunity to prove weather,
wrong, sip it long, hit the bong, we chew cheddar, hol'up
so all these mother fuckers act right,
they a few watts short of becoming a flashlight,
rapping about last night, I don't remember,
had one too many shots and started to feel clever,
ever feel like never was an option to seem better,
feeling obnoxious, ornery, started listening to hopsin, (funk volume)
someone turn the fucking dial down,
hide 'em now, Katherine Heigel walking down the aisle now,
twenty seven dresses filled with childhood stress its,
attention deficit with the ambition to impress lets,
not, and say we did,
play hopscotch with the mad hatter and flip his lid,
cardigan sweater, pleated pants and penny loafers,
searching for change everywhere except the sofa,
you ain't ready to rumble, faggot,
you aint ready, it's over, faggot,
my wardrobe and my dress game have a guessing game,
where I just walk in the closet and expect the same,
check the name, you'll prolly have to google search it,
if it's something that you want then you gotta know its worth it,
a hermit with a permit to carry and kill,
a beard to his knees, yeah he's scary, but still,
but nary a will can overcome and de-thrill,
advantage still abandon pills a man caused spill,
out your guts and tell the truth now,
"WE SPITTING HOT FIRE, GONNA BURN THE BOOTH DOWN"
who clown? we got renters insurance,
running through the trees like a Forrest Gump explorer,
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released June 4, 2014
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