[ Featuring Poo Bear ]
Contaminated by a manic impulsion Resilient to logic, with a buying compulsion Untethered from reason or rhyme
Just for a dollar, a nickel or a dime
Hoarding guns and toilet paper Shooting first, wiping your ass later Living on food stamps and in trailers cs savings dry up with banks and traders
Foreclosure's outside the realm of consciousness The future is nigh but all we see is selfishness Let the chips fall where they may
Today's my treasure, tomorrow's your dismay
Hoarding guns and toilet paper Shooting first, wiping your ass later Living on food stamps and in trailers cs savings dry up with banks and traders
Hunker down in your stubborn oblivion Mind what's yours and f*ck what they'll live on Inch by inch and mile by mile
What's yours is mine and what's mine is mine
Hoarding guns and toilet paper Shooting first, wiping your ass later Living on food stamps and in trailers cs savings dry up with banks and traders
Incessant beats from an unhinged clock
C charade that must stay behind key and lock But when revelation you, finally, unblock Squeeze the trigger, honey and release that Glock (release that Glock)
