sick sad world

got a fistful of dreams

trying to trade that for a fistful of cream

pause

cash rules every little thing

wu-tang taught me as a young bitter teen

see

now i am a young spitting king

if you disagree then come intervene

buzz

i'm going through your stuff

i work real hard i can never do enough

doom 95

i duke nukem up

was a mutant in the sewer as a teen screwing up

now we're doing us

looking the through the past

had a long night now the lights luminous

squintin'

i'm the rhyming tim winton

all the fit women like what i'm spittin'

they say it's great

thinking it's britain

i kill every track don't think it's different

i won't give you no instructions for your bottoms

see i fear

that you don't know how to shake it yet you know the macarena

and the nutbush is your thing but arse-shaking you don't need to

just quit leaning on the wall like the fucking tower of pisa

aha

you know my steelo

i goes in like a steve nash freethrow

he's that kid always talking about weed smoke

no ls make elmo to an emo

see those girls so i tell them g.o

push your tushy like a fatty with a remote

we know nothing about saving the whole world

i make songs

don't call me no hero

oh well

i'll be that if you need though

girls say i'm like a less hot leo

dad says i'm just like a less smart him

retards say i'm like a less smart them

maybe cause i smoke those fresh gardens

and excuse my french

i mean i beg pardon

you escargot you taste excellent

trying to wee on me

better guess again

in a dream that never ends

i don't give a f

my fs for friends

i'm tom

so why am i in special ed

cause all my assignments say f in red

but fortune favors all the hairless heads

never did shit for the hesitant

i never did shit but go on msn

hitting on girls i wouldn't ever get

hey babe

yeah back in my heyday

i would say hey they'd be all like hey wait

got to go way late

trying to be ray j

now i get way laid out of my pay grade

everything grade a back in like grade 8

i was on play dates blowing my mayonnaise

eat my shorts

young el barto

rap for peanuts so you get nutso

let's go

man

fuck you all

i got it on lock like a bathroom stall

woah

funny how much you talk

but you're missing bits out like 1

2

4

lol

quit climbing my lolcano

before i spaz out drinking old draino

my head spins round like a tornado

and my eyes roll back in a full k.o

that's allday

better check his pulse

ay bro

i'm already in heaven with a gold halo

got pretty hair like samson man

but my strength is in my handgun man

damn

every song's an anthem man

diet of oreos and jameson

bickies and whisky

that's sickly

how long could i really be living