Yo what's up everybody??? This is Burnsie, Charles Montgomery Burns-Mics
(Yeah, no shit, that's like fire introducing itself as..like, NOT WATER...)
Born in the year of the mongoose/ with God-given locks and bomb pools of aqua in my ocular slots// Maybe I shouted at the louse-infested, grouchy-tempered sloths tempin' at Auschwitz/ in a new haunted dimension where the swastika rocked//// Hasta [until] my cock transmographies into pasta/ I'm not your sensei/ --Who's a 'limp noodle'?? I'll stick it to you raw beyond al dente!//// It's like God got my distress signal: "Confidence blocked"/ So on this altar with my alters I give Tiffany a ten-way////
1st HOOK:
And every now and then I feel the heaviest part of my soul begin slippin' away
Almost as if there's something less cancerous about what's in the mirror today...
So let me drown again and heal the messiest quadrant
My whole shit
I'm runnin' on half my brain
(Which, to you might be a lot, but for me "my whole shit" is MY WHOOOLE SHIT)
Burnsie: Hey God can I tell you a knock-knock joke?
God: NO.
Burnsie: Come on, Knock knock!
God: *sigh* Who's there?
Burnsie: Interrupting M.C.
God: ....
Burnsie: Come on...*snicker*...Say it...!
God: Interrupting M.C. Wh--
V2: Last week I fasted thanks to a bad batch of smack from Afghanistan that knocked me on Her Majesty's ass// "Daddy Charming" to the black bitches/ an African army of snatch ran track on my arms/ til' the pharmacy called me back//// "What's the problem, man?"/ "To start, I'm an Irish gollum from Anne Arbor. Me handicap in golf isn't as solid as it oughta be"/ MY accent needs batteries/ it's sporadically off-and-on/ "It activates and attracts ladies"/ then after we smash it's gone!////
2nd HOOK:
And every now and then I hear the enemy czar to my soul speak different names
Almost as if there's something bombastic about blonde magick that's weird if you say
And tempting? Wow, it is: I'm near the readiest, prolly, my whole shit, I'm running just a tad bit late/
(Almost as if something disastrous is happening and I happen to get out of the way)
Burnsie: Hey God?
Yahuah: What?!
B: Do you think I'll like Heaven?
Y:Pure Bliss and perfection, the likes of which you can't even fathom? No.
B: No, I'm serious...I'm worried I won't like Heaven...
Y: Are you fucking with me right now?
B: No, I mean--
Y:Oh, HERE IT COMES: "Heaven is GANGSTER enough"
B:NO, I mean..
Y: Not for "Gnarls TontMummery Smokes-Drugs!"
B:No, I...I have an irrational fear of heights--AND clouds! I doubt there's gonna be big-tittied angels like there are in the movies-- Like in that movie "Little Nicky"! Did you ever see "Little Nicky???"
Y...:Yeah I did, actually, it was pretty good....
Burnsie: Right??
Y: Classic Sandler
V3: I was a "hang my head high" type of person/ and my curse, in effect, was excessive dopeness"/ Emote? Yes, but my people filled a boat// so you know, I couldn't close/ but my cold open was winnin' Golden Globes/ until the beaten path was leadin' to where "Socio" goes flat//// on her back, and Viennese would leave her weak in the knees/ tied up, and I'd just tease it how I please// Meet the plug, "Steven what up, how's the sex between you and the missus?" Grinnin', I tell him "I'll tell her you said 'what up' between the screams"////
And every now and then I start to question whether "meant to be" is hollow and empty...
Almost like I forgot Science is Magick/ that extra "k" is comin' back/ Trust, that ain't what upsets me//
So let me drown again, get down to brass tacks, I'm proud of my whole shit, I'm kinda scared of pissin' off Enki/
I know the difference between God and gods/ upper and lowercase/ grace/ and I know where He could send me////
God: Good. Don't forget it, bitch.
