Dookie
Posted: Thu Nov 12, 2009 3:27 am
A fresh, steaming pile of poo... just for you...
never known for impersonation, only smokin and burnin pages/
with quotes that burst yer face and yer brain's open to interpretation/
you know my flowin is hotta than donnin a coat in a sauna/
showin bravado? get thrown in an ocean known for pirranas/
or barricudas, too scared to scuba, i'll stare medusa/
in the hooters while tearin thru tha room with a pair of tubas/
i mean a pair of rugers, prepared to shoot and declare the loser/
stereo air polluter, the heir of the paratroopers/
the baron of dare and truth, the parent of bearin chrome/
snarin girls when they're alone once they're aware of the pheromones/
compared to a baritone, but im not known for singin tunes/
but i know a thing or two about provokin and stingin you/
i was hopin you'd bring a crew so the masses were massacred/
ive mastered the craft of words, ambassador of smackin nerds/
and attackin the last of nerves, never average or worse with rhythm/
im slashin when yer in vision, collapsin yer nervous system/
im not askin for your permission, just grabbin yer purse and splittin/
cuz the cash is worth the risk when you imagine the dirt we live in/
mad at this cursed position, so i vent to the ones around me/
i fled to another county cuz the feds will hunt the bounty/
upset cuz im drunk and drowsy, head full of stress and worries/
the rest of the mess is blurry, never slept in a bed this dirty/
im bettin you rest assured we were the best of the generation/
so expect a hesitation before we ingest this defecation/
never known for impersonation, only smokin and burnin pages/
with quotes that burst yer face and yer brain's open to interpretation/
you know my flowin is hotta than donnin a coat in a sauna/
showin bravado? get thrown in an ocean known for pirranas/
or barricudas, too scared to scuba, i'll stare medusa/
in the hooters while tearin thru tha room with a pair of tubas/
i mean a pair of rugers, prepared to shoot and declare the loser/
stereo air polluter, the heir of the paratroopers/
the baron of dare and truth, the parent of bearin chrome/
snarin girls when they're alone once they're aware of the pheromones/
compared to a baritone, but im not known for singin tunes/
but i know a thing or two about provokin and stingin you/
i was hopin you'd bring a crew so the masses were massacred/
ive mastered the craft of words, ambassador of smackin nerds/
and attackin the last of nerves, never average or worse with rhythm/
im slashin when yer in vision, collapsin yer nervous system/
im not askin for your permission, just grabbin yer purse and splittin/
cuz the cash is worth the risk when you imagine the dirt we live in/
mad at this cursed position, so i vent to the ones around me/
i fled to another county cuz the feds will hunt the bounty/
upset cuz im drunk and drowsy, head full of stress and worries/
the rest of the mess is blurry, never slept in a bed this dirty/
im bettin you rest assured we were the best of the generation/
so expect a hesitation before we ingest this defecation/