Gino Morino - Mr. Miller Lyrics

Okay are we done now
Uh, you got 20 more cents
You said 70 cents I put in 3 quarters
Okay, one must have fallen through
Yeah it did fall through, of course, goddammit
Gramps, out the asylum, skin like xylem
Tramps, walk right by him, he can't buy 'em
Dance, but he can't see 'em, clubs are P.M.
He said I'm retarded but now he's the target
Nick, I always knew you were a f*cking bitch
Prick, you think you're slick you out here sucking dicks
Hick, ya wife thick, she's a f*cking brick
Get micked, ha, dipshit
Ain't f*ckin' around I know the bitch who keyed it
She sets shit on fire like a friend and drives ruthless
You sit on weak wheels, we all know you smell putrid
How are you in music when you're such a f*ckin' doofus
Boomer
Useless, I'm going to school you on how to do shit
First, sit down, listen, and f*ckin' cool it
Next, I know these words have no benefit
I'll drop this whole thing under the rug, don't mention it
Just know that Scott is better than you
Get over it
Tennis, you think you're such a f*ckin' menace
Venom, the shit I spit on the mic a death sentence
Memphis, you talk like you're a f*cking schizophrenic
You're a weapon behind the wheel, you're no goddamn paramedic
Ain't f*ckin' around I know the bitch who keyed it
She sets shit on fire just like a friend and drives ruthless
You sit on weak wheels, we all know you smell putrid
How are you in music when you're such a f*ckin' doofus
Boomer