cool aid

you know i got a habit it ain't gonna lead nowhere

you lie around and listen to the sound

of the neighborhood children on the playground

you back away from what makes you afraid

'cause nothing means that much anymore anyway

back in the day we knew we had it made

but didn't even know the flavor of the cool aid

now we back away from what makes us afraid

'cause nothing means that much anymore anyway

it's red it's blue

it's sunk its teeth in you

the time's tickin if you only knew

but i know it's true and so i take a few

to bring the music back

and give the rest to you

so pump out the treble

pump out the bass

stick out your fat ass and tongue take a taste

put on my cd and your poker face

your cool aid is a terrible thing to waste

so many colors and flavors tell me how do i savor the favor

of giving all my cool aid to you

i'm marinating with you

conversating with you

i never met ya but i bet it's probably harder than you

forget i'm smarter than you

quick to elevate to higher ground

loving what i'm living yo it doesn't matter anyhow

and anyway

any day

anybody wanna say

yo we never move

gladly step aside let ya play

and you finish laughing thinking they winners

i stand stout like a glass of guinness

quickly diminish any fucking mc

who wants to battle with me

from cool aid to high sea dog

we rockin it g

numerous hues

orange

yellows

purples

and blues

i'm flavalistically calling my shit

tasteful abuse

time for your juice

better let loose

before you get sprayed

and fill the holes in your body with shots of cool aid

open wide for me

you lie around and listen to the sound

of the neighborhood children on the playground

you back away from what makes you afraid

'cause nothing means that much anymore anyway

it's orange and yellow

hard but can be mellow

look it in the eye step back and say hello

listen to me bellow like a bass or a cello

maybe an alcoholic but a fine fresh fellow

so drop out the treble pump out the bass

stick out your fat ass and tongue take a taste

put on my cd and your poker face

your cool aid is a terrible thing to waste

it's pink it's green

nice but can be mean

sip it down slow disrupt the whole scene

i might be a fiend but so fresh and so clean

outkasted blasted to the outer ring

so drop out thetreble

pump out the bass

stick out your fat ass and tongue take a taste

put on my cd and your poker face

your cool aid is a terrible thing to waste

you lie around and listen to the sound

of the neighborhood children on the playground

you back away from what makes you afraid

'cause nothing means that much anymore anyway

nice to know ya

but you biting on my flow

and now you're sippin' on my cool aid