we're on the road
off to another show. we got to go
i'll call you later bro. every year
for about five months
to be very clear
i go out and find funds
to collect from the many
that are particular about their pennies
and wont spend a cent
unless there's perks and the bennys
so i travel in a van that was down by the river
go out into the land understand i am the giver. got my quiver full of raps and i'm ready to attack. brought along some books in case i don't want to nap. we stay at super 8s dine at waffle after hours. i like 'em smothered
fingers covered in biscuit powder. seldom shower. scare them hoes right out of the lot. all i needs a nap and a bit little pot what you got?
my roadies got a room; falls asleep to slasher flicks. he's likes jason over freddy if he ever had to pick. we rent a dodge caravan
got stow-and-go seating. the road might sound redundant but it does bear repeating. we're on the road
off to another show. we got to go
i'll call you later bro. i brought house music. i hate disc jocks. i like cracker barrel. i like their gift shop. i like their pork chops. i like their peg game. i like old people. they all got leg pain. i like rest stops. that's where dogs shit. i hide behind a tree
and take a bong hit. i like cool ranch. but i'll take nacho cheese. oh no it starts to rain
pass me my poncho please. time to mic check. find the ladies room. it's always clean and empty. time to drop a deuce. you never read the news. you grow apathetic. mic check gives you a headache like when you play kinetic. no ones heard of me wish i could mercury like t2
kids say i wish i could be you" suddenly i don't feel so see through. feeling artsy and cold car seats cant steamed up waffle windows