Featuring DJ Jester The Filipino Fist on cuts and third verse
(DJ Jester appears courtesy of Planet Hollywood Records)
lyrics
Another run of the mill
Mediocre number cruncher
Stacking hundreds of bills(wait)
You never enter my mind
Unless I’m, waiting behind you in the bakery line (bread)
And then the butter and jam
Ya better, shutter your windows
and never utter your plans(scram)
I don’t need to plan it’s intuitive
I’ll text you the suicide hotline
Get to it kid
I’m mean spirited
Terminate your flagrancy
You shoulda woulda coulda’d your entire legacy
I’ve got a Pegasus, a stegosaurus and corn chips
You’re dying to be like me I was born this, way
You better stay home in so-Cal
There’s not enough tutorials to show you the know how
While I globetrot, you hit road blocks
Your girl looks like Jan Michael Vincent with Botox
Chicory coffee’s cool
But it’s not cuttin through
Ephedrine cough medicine hits the spot for you
And epoxy glue Vapors
Snort with your cohorts before
Your capers
But when you finally show up
Blasted and blown up
You’ll get your throats clutched
By morose grown ups
They’ve been in the building
Scraped the gold gilding
Into their burglary bags
And stayed chilling
And then what of me
There before all of yee
Of the three groups
I am by far the pedigree
Apex scumbag
Handing out latex fun gags
Stun y’all with voltage and run tags
Spiritual feedback
Fucking with your paycheck
Finally
Never mind the bolt locks
Blow them up
Violently
You were born to be
Torn by he who
in turn soon will be
scorned by me
On my rollerblades
No one can catch me
I like a cold soda a cola like Pepsi
Soldier for no one
Eat my suspenders
Fuckheads
Baddest motherfucker in Texas
Guaranteed
Mad as hell nature let your fucking mother breed
Don’t ever look at me
Don’t ever talk to me
Catch me asleep
Please start gently rocking me
If I wake up
I’ll staple your face shut
Maplewood smoke your pets
Blow your place up
As it burns - I roll past
On my scooter
My phone is a camera and a computer
Fuck with that Cincinnati!!!!