[Intro:]
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How in the fuck did I get home
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I just woke up and still stoned
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I'm thinking about calling it quits
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Cause I'm sick of the shit
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That I've got to deal with on a daily basis
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Cause I've been going hard on it all night long
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Cause I don't want no fucking part-time job
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They want me to be a man, I'm not I'm spose
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[Verse:]
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I do what I want, I rock a Red Sox hat in the Bronx
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I don't floss I just rap about flaws
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I get bucks like falls and they all just flaw
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They wonder why I write rap songs, it's a white guy without dying my hair blonde
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And if he's a rap star
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Where is the car
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That he described in every line of the sixteenth bar
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Where's the sixteen hard head men behind him (they're hiding)
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And why are these hoes grinding
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Are his rhymes to bind with gang violence
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Is he somebody whose buddies are all dying?
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Does he want to get rich or die Ryan?
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He's buggin' if he's not thuggin'
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He should try silence
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He'll get served like a diner
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Skinny man, should've joined an indie band, rocked eye liner
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I've seen him leave the bar nissan car
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With a tattooed arm that was little like shriner
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I hear he rhymes off the brain, in Maine
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Does he keep an eye behind the coat like primer?
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If the dj put the vinyl on, would he rhyme along tighter than a dyke's vagina?
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Is he spose? Higher than spock
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Blunts in the wizzle while he runnin from the cops
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Lyrical loogies that I hawk non-stop that I pull off the lot bumpin Aesop Rock
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I'm definitively intricate an entertainer bring it til they're hatin' or hyperventilating I'm penetrating your brain
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Yeah, fuck what you thought
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Spose judge the bros and pot
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Jizzle on the rhythm, toss in the towel
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Somehow got a hit, and still went foul
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I'm 24 bars in so what now?
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I'll do 24 more for them put the mic down
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Follow no trend obediently
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As in, you might see me in a medium tee
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I just got lines like a DMV
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And I fix them up in Maine like I'm CMP
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They wonder how dare he rap about ganja
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When kids still die in genocides in Rwanda
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Yeah I should shut my mouth
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But I keep rocking like a chair in a haunted house
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I'm from the dirt roads, dusty antiques
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On the microphone, so damn sweet
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Grow weed then my interests peak
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Kick a hole in the speaker, I'll say sorry and then peace
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Teeth unbleached, with the physique of a geek my be rich next week
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But I'm neat with the speech when I skeet on these
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Unique and out there like mozambiques
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Run circles around rappers like inner tubes
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Still mad humble in an interview
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Whether rich, or monotarily miniscule
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I'm who you relate to buddy cause I've been a dude
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And if you heard me get neat not I
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Got the shit together MC's fly by
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Fickle other women in their free wifi
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Sorry, you best believe I'm high
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And I do what I want, might drink the bong water if it's murky like a swamp
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And if rapping in Maine is so wrong
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Just know the kid who mad this beat is from Vermont (Vermont?)
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And that's how it has to be
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I got room keys like I'm Cassidy
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I'm at the red roof inn don't ask for me
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Cause it's trashy don't bring Ashley
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Spizzy Spose, Peter Sparker, I'm dastardly
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I might hog until the pigs come, pass the weed
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I could've fucked up massively
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But instead I made it, the Audacity
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Let's go
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[Outro:]
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How in the fuck did I get home
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I just woke up and still stoned
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I'm thinking about calling it quits
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Cause I'm sick of the shit
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That I've got to deal with on a daily basis
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Cause I've been going hard on it all night long
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Cause I don't want no fucking part-time job
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They want me to be a man, I'm not I'm spose
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The Audacity! (Intro)
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