Yo, man! This one goes out to that...
(Yo, tell him!)
...special shiny piece of bullshit....
(Mm-Hmm)
Whatever disconnects you from the world, and makes you feel so...
...plastic and empty!
Yeah!Yeah! Yeah!
(Uh-huh, uh-huh)
What, You like drugs??
(...yeah...)
You like SANDWICHES?
(...YEAH...)
All that teeters;
"Yap-Giddy" in reverse;
Vocals cords are horrid--hit the chorus and reverb//
"Big Daddy Caine"- fields/ Peruvian fever
Cig, addy, pain pills, like "what do you need, sir?"////
I tucked into the barrel of an ancient wave that started rising when the old gods rotted away// Lost and forgotten, while the old bindings started to break--
Triple 7's--
Then, when AIWASS stated his name:////
The Merovengian was time-space miles and ages, thousands of pages out, from what I'm writing today.//
If a bloodline, once divine, holds him a marker--is it because he was human once, or something darker than "gray"?//// Or am I crazy and I made him up with plenty of help from the same chemicals "failure" baked in an equation for Hell?//
Fuckin' amazing things we tell ourselves
("Desperate when cornered")
Somethin' dystopian and foreign
Reorder again, or else...
HOOK:
Gold, Diamonds, Chrome
The roads I'd take became pain and coal...
The middle of nowhere...
(Still nobody goes there)
the old motels, your own Hell to hold...
Gold, Diamonds
Pink champagne in my game
real pain for the kink//
A Stain to the name that my family keeps...
Blood red in the eyes...
Tough times for the freak...
V2: All those bastards/ hot flashes, but backwards/ Scarface on my back (like crack, all them "tat's" were)// Promethezine, my buzzed cousin, met with me often/
You wanna see what comedy meant to ME?
(Still coughin.)
I'm working on combining the moonwalk with the dance my dad could use to sue producers of "Footloose" for theft//
He also told the good folks that made Coke Classic,
"New Coke sucks, you should change the shit back" (They did!!!)////
The only fiction
is that fiction exists/
Sold me eloquent diction, and told me crystal was piss.
Rock and benevolent grin, walk in malevolent kicks,
behind a Leno- type of chin
and a Letterman-type of dick!////
I'm the true king of late night!
Accrued a crew eschewed by motley fools/ and do the Charleston Chew!
An attribute: pussy and I both remain tight//
Props to LuLu/
Find me nearby or beside you if you tryna' get ate right!//
Gold-findin' gnomes/
The toads I'd take, they gave shaman's oil//
In the middle, with goat-hair, Phil?
You're nobody, mon-frair!
The mold--no smell; your nose held til' home////
Dope rhymin';
Drink champagne in the day/
Huff paint in the eve!
Ashamed of the case that my family beat/
O.J.-- GO AWAY!
Dark days for the freak....
