Second dinger of the series
Following the man a modern day Timothy Leary
Makin shit that's eerie, trying to elicit like a "dear me"
You got a question I got a query
Look at little queer me, up on the Web
Tried to educate but never-the-type to f*ck with a pleb, now that's an ebb
Decade challenge, 2009
Every day a death threat from someone who thought I was fine
City boy aint gonna die in the country
Type of motherf*cker bounce back like a bungee
Fierce & disgusting, roasty and boasty
Could be 10 degrees and imma bluff and say my toes are feeling toasty
Go and take a couple of ganders
But what if I don't f*ck with your standards?
You know my name and face, I'm hanging out like a lanyard
The more you say you know, the less I'm likely to pander to you, birdbrain!
Nearly everyone has mispronounced my surname
Go ahead and shoot your shot but fix the blurred aim
I'm f*cking frazzled and just trying to seem urbane
Late-stage capitalism is an absurd game
I'd rather be with Hella Dregs in the margins
Cookin up a feast and waiting for the boys to barge in
Pick a pocket on the street then pick a pocket on the beat
Then eat a pita pocket, picked a group of f*ckin sergeants
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Second dinger of the series
Following the man a modern day Timothy Leary
Makin shit that's eerie, trying to elicit like a "dear me"
You got a question I got a query
Look at little queer me, up on the Web
Tried to educate but never-the-type to f*ck with a pleb, now that's an ebb
Decade challenge, 2009
Every day a death threat from someone who thought I was fine
City boy aint gonna die in the country
Type of motherf*cker bounce back like a bungee
Fierce & disgusting, roasty and boasty
Could be 10 degrees and imma bluff and say my toes are feeling toasty
Go and take a couple of ganders
But what if I don't f*ck with your standards?
You know my name and face, I'm hanging out like a lanyard
The more you say you know, the less I'm likely to pander to you, birdbrain!
Nearly everyone has mispronounced my surname
Go ahead and shoot your shot but fix the blurred aim
I'm f*cking frazzled and just trying to seem urbane
Late-stage capitalism is an absurd game
I'd rather be with Hella Dregs in the margins
Cookin up a feast and waiting for the boys to barge in
Pick a pocket on the street then pick a pocket on the beat
Then eat a pita pocket, picked a group of f*ckin sergeants
Following the man a modern day Timothy Leary
Makin shit that's eerie, trying to elicit like a "dear me"
You got a question I got a query
Look at little queer me, up on the Web
Tried to educate but never-the-type to f*ck with a pleb, now that's an ebb
Decade challenge, 2009
Every day a death threat from someone who thought I was fine
City boy aint gonna die in the country
Type of motherf*cker bounce back like a bungee
Fierce & disgusting, roasty and boasty
Could be 10 degrees and imma bluff and say my toes are feeling toasty
Go and take a couple of ganders
But what if I don't f*ck with your standards?
You know my name and face, I'm hanging out like a lanyard
The more you say you know, the less I'm likely to pander to you, birdbrain!
Nearly everyone has mispronounced my surname
Go ahead and shoot your shot but fix the blurred aim
I'm f*cking frazzled and just trying to seem urbane
Late-stage capitalism is an absurd game
I'd rather be with Hella Dregs in the margins
Cookin up a feast and waiting for the boys to barge in
Pick a pocket on the street then pick a pocket on the beat
Then eat a pita pocket, picked a group of f*ckin sergeants
Writer: Q. Cerabino
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid