[Verse 1] I put raw spitters in hospitals Make war and its not civil Nah, they say Im fruity Watch this star burst when I got Skittles Taste the rainbow and make the flame grow I hate the fake and dont say the same flow Keep the bass low and make a name When I turn a phrase like a vertebrae Cause Im back Its a big disaster for the pricks and bastards I pick the crass words and spit em faster You can hear it when its mixed and mastered So easily This game Im controlling Im not on Molly Weasley J.K. Rolling Wanna spaz on a track when the savage is back That ravenous rap? Im the master of that Dont act like I never told you So bad that Im good like Birdemic and Troll 2 Show me what youre gon do Stay cheesy like fondue But Ill placate the fun kids When I make hasty couplets Then say lazy dumb shit So fuck your assumptions Square in my roots Like logarithmic functions Just quoting the facts And I know that youre wack Youre alive but youre dead like Schrdingers cat Yo, when Im ripe you can bite me, like a vegetable I might be slightly intellectual Ill stick em with an IV, medically gonna inject em With a chemical, theyre so ineffectual My etiquette is energetic hit em with a better bit of Elegant and effortless lyrics, whoa But never would I wanna let a little bit of arrogance Ever effect what youre hearin yo On a song Im rude But when Im home then Im often cool And I still love you enough to hug you to death Up at Carleton too, chicka chicka chick Gradient Creationists say Im eloquent with rhyme clearly Its cause my music proves intelligent design theory [Chorus] Awesome eclectic and often neglected Wrong kid to mess with, rockin the best shit Your awful inflections are causin a head spin Cost me some meds when I bought some Excedrin Awesome eclectic and often neglected Raw with the message, lost in perspective They all disrespect this, stop and accept it Awesome eclectic and often neglected [Verse 2] Killin the beat is my philosophy Im awfully close to a product of Watsky, Kant, Tupac and Socrates Commonly stompin these boring commoners, Ill hop on a raw beat And make a war monger out of Mahatma Ghandi And steal all your fans who were At the show to see you rappin, now theyre absent like Bueller I take you as seriously as a comic sans humor And see through your shit like a hologram sewer Im annoyed by the wack rap often Yappin in the trap crap then I put you back in a coffin Didnt anybody ever wanna hear you rap since Back when the Ducks played in the Pac 10 Youll never see me in a sports car But they chant Ay ay ay! like theyre reading my report card Yall rappin bout hogwash, fellas My lyrics paint a picture makin Bob Ross jealous Started from the bottom now Im Hiura, still a peon But beyond a fleeting phase, rockin for an aeon I write punches that hit harder than right punches Destroy the track then take my mom out for a nice luncheon You could never be a cunning street linguist My grandma raps better and she doesnt speak English Im running these lyrics that elicit death Im the reverse of what you thought like cough syrup made from crystal meth Yo, I gotta catch a breath But when Im shakin up the game, Ill erase you Etch A Sketch
eclectic, often, neglected, chicka, awesome