You ain't fresh, somebody already broke that ground
You're not ready, I won't back down
I'm Tom Petty
White people love me for no reason
Because their moms did
I'm in the building
You finna be feeling the building burst
But you're the ones that's clearing the room out
Women and children first
I'm drowning in it
No one found it legit
But when it's going down
We're going down with the ship.
Too sweet
Who me? I'm doing my crossword
Rapid spit
Tout suite like an Uzi.
My dude is a Mossberg,
We're humans and monsters
Ice cream
You scream for scoops or some soft serve
I'm not a nerd
I am a nerd
Complain to the manager
I'm Jeru the Damager
I'm planet Earth
I'm Caribou from Canada, not Manitoba
I'm an elk
Let me introduce myself
I'm bullet-headed
Barrel-chested
Hairy
Huge and
Bare-breasted
Good in bed and
Yearly tested
Very cute and
Rarely bested
Hooded sweater wearing legendary human
Fairly pleasant
Should admit to where he'll spread his eerie gloom and iridescence
Look at this and there he isn't
Never marry business and pleasure
Except this very instance
From Sarasota to Arizona, I'm Ferris Bueller
Dropping gems like a careless jeweller
Underground metro like Paris commuters
Where is the computer
GTFO, Americans in Cuba!
From Guantanamera to Guantanamo
The tourist traps
Please, no photographs
Heave, ho, war is wack
We know more than that
We're done playing dumb
We're going dumb like Devo,
Dumbing out and saying something
I'm a Burner boy, no thanks to testosterone
Came through with No Friends
But I'm not alone
Hot and cold
Running my mouth off
I'm rock and roll
Even if I've gotten old
Commodified and bought and sold
The bottom of my heart and soul is hardened, cold and darkened charcoal
I'm a Gargoyle like Marina Sirtis, part and parcel
I'm Nardwuar versus GWAR, I'm merking artists
My homegirl weaves pubic wigs, she's a merkin artist
I'm smirking hardest like George Bush, assassinate me
Please rap about how you smoke more kush, it's fascinating
I'm fucking great at rapping
I'm fucking great at rapping
Hit the deck
Rappers duck at the thought of us
I bit this track from Ruckus Roboticus
Come fuck with us, officers
You suck at your job, plus your job sucks
Who you want it with
HINT
NOT US
Flint
Lock
Muskets
Zip-Loc
Bags
Kids
All
Loved the
Kris
Kross
Braids
Pissed
Off
Public
Switched off Bach concertos
Fat and fearless
Bust these hip-hop rapping weirdos
Strap your ear-holes with cotton and stack your Euros
I'm not content until you
Get off my continent
I'm not your friend
I'm family
I'm hard to ditch
When all this ends, I should be mentally scarred and rich
I'm fucking great at rapping
I'm fucking great at rapping
Tarred with pitch and feathered
With a ticket for the Greyhound
Buck buck buck
Take that with you on the way down
Down, down in the hole
Do your impression of Tom Waits
You're not coming off
Like the dress on your prom date
You didn't impress her
You took her for granted and
Dude! Take it from me, there's no money in the banana stand
Ampersand
Preview
Turn over a new leaf
I don't believe you
Like Stephin Merritt
Or Kool Keith
Even eating carrots you can't see me from your vantage point
You're Pluto
You've been demoted to a planetoid
I thought the Art Of War sucked
I'm a carnivore
You are a poor fucking mistake
You're a brontosaur
To be honest, sure
You should be on the shore
Gasping, with your gills flapping
Trying to evolve some more
If not, who needs an excuse
The fault is yours
Encino Man
Weazin' the juice
You're Pauly Shore