Line all the bastards in the street
Get em all a plate to eat
Are you hungry
Are you hungry
Blackhole sun, Sunday dinner with a mastiff
Massive plastic bitch
Pass the communion tray like it's a casket
Instant classic, conscientious rap from Conny Flaccid
Conny Drastic, handsome cat that conned the Catholics
I should shut the fuck up and sit down on my hands
Carry no hope to the promised land then bet
I done did it you dumb motherfuckin dickheads
Now watch my steps
Pessimistic pests, pez dispenser head
A dead Kennedy fed, wet the vanity red
My insanity shed
Pronounce fuck til' the profanity read
Produced rot while the calamity spread
I'm on the moon's top poppin off talking shit
Call it how it is, if not it won't be what it bid
Should of gone and told your sis
Should of told your mom, You a piece of shit
Why'd it take so long for you to get
You a burden of bourgeoisie
The bird that flew over the kooked out kids
At a cookout of tea
Paralyzed by the route you rode
Rah rah wrote off for free
Assume paranoia's pressure and fleas
I'm trippin, bugged out, because I see what I see
I'm an invention like the wheel to keep rich up to speed
I'm luncheon for the function
Imma' punch in on this pumpkin
But before I'm done, Imma' put puss back in the pore
Imma' bring the poor kids through the back of the store
Ring the bells of St.Cecilia's at 12, so Hell know we on
Sails set til the failed feel the rebel's ills
Motherfucker I sell what I sells
The tales tell it all, a L's ash fell in love
Lapel smell of baby breath and paradox
I'm on the dock of the bay waiting for bricks to get off
You on the cock of Chad picking rose petals, a wicked plot
Do anything except sleep on the weak in the marathon
Of undereducated graduates, a Karen's son
Paraplegics get their feet when they hear me wrong
A pair is two but there's only one left after hearing this song
I'm on the mountain bettin dollars shittin luck
6 Bucks for the lunch but 12 bucks would fuck it up
This isn't enough when you down, downin lust
Pissin on yourself wondering what's what? What's what
I'm on the mountain bettin dollars shittin luck
6 Bucks for the lunch but 12 bucks would fuck it up
This isn't enough when you down, downin lust
Pissin on yourself wondering what's what? What's what