I go to school to get a job and make some wages Ive got some messy feelings, Im a slob on these pages x2 Ive got some messy feelings You knew I was a rapper because Im very tall and dark You probably didnt expect I grocery shop at Walmart Im not far removed from a lineage of Paul Blarts I can be found counting cash from the quarters off mall carts I prefer my mac and cheese in the shapes of cartoon characters My raps are anecdotal, festooned with racial barriers Ill meet you at dusk, down by where the wind falls Cant trust these rap cats like Rush Limbaugh How do you vibe with these monotone monologues And my eight page writeup on an Alwilda sponsored blog Your groupies show their boobies mine wear dancecoat clogs Dont buy into the gimmicks of your favorite musician Leave them pandering and panhandling, begging us to listen I felt the love below and three stacks betrayed us Its the return of true rap once every seven years like cicadas I bought into the bullshit virtue ethics of popular rap guys Now I rap from this pulpit with a Gertrude Stein disguise Its about time we refuse to pay their Maybach bills Im no bandit but Ive got some face mask skills. x2 Ive been, pissing off balconies and, writing these symphonies And, reading Euripides and feeling persnickety x4 This isnt Aesop Rock, Im something like Homers boulder And bison giving these rap guys the colder shoulder These ignorant rappers are kind of like my stepbrothers Meaning I get to poke fun at all their quirks and flubbers But youre not from this clan so speak nill about my fam And at our shows nod along and obey the archaic commands Hot damn, let me see them hands, that kind of stuff Ive been, pissing off balconies and, writing these symphonies And, reading Euripides and feeling persnickety x4
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