They love the taste of blood
Now I don't know what that means,
but I know that I mean it
Maybe they're as evil as they seem
Or maybe I only look out the window
when it's scenic
"Atmosphere finally made
a good record."
Yeah right, that shit almost
sounds convincing
The last time I felt as sick
and contradictive as this
Was the last time we played
a show in Cinnci'
"Get real." They tell me
If only they knew how real
this life really get s
They would stop acting like a silly bitch
They would respect the cock whether
or not they believed in it
Doesn't take much and
that's messed up
Because these people do a lot of
simple shit to impress us
While everyone was trying to
out-do the the last man
I was just a ghost trying to
catch some Ms. Pac-man
Hello Hello ma'am, would you be interested
In some sexual positions and
emotional investments
See, I'm not insane,
in fact I'm kind of rational
When I be askin', "Yo,
where did all the passion go?"
East coast, West coast,
down South, Midwest
Nowadays everybody knows
how to get fresh
Somebody give me a big yes (YES!)
God Bless America,
but she stole the 'B' from "Bless" (And kept it!)
Now I'm too fucked up to dance
So I'ma sit with my hand
down the front of my pants
You can't achieve your goals if
you don't take that chance
So go pry open that trunk and get
those amps (You know!)
In the days of Kings and
Queens I was a jester
Treat me like a God,
oh they treat me like a leper
You see me move back
and forth between both
I'm trying to find a balance
I'm trying to find a balance
I'm trying to build a balance
I'm trying to
find a balance
I'm trying to build a balance
So now I keep a close eye on my pets
Because they make most of they moves
off of instinct and sense
It's eat, sleep, fuck in self defense
So straight you can set your
clocks and place bets
Wait, let's prey on blind,
deaf, dumb, dead
Hustle, maybe a couple will love
what you said
Emcees drag their feet
across a big naked land
With an empty bag of seed and
a fake shake of hands
Yeah I got some last words,
fuck all of y'all!
Stop writin' raps and go play volleyball
Gotta journey the world in a hurry
'Cause my attorney didn't put
enough girls on the jury
Guilty of droppin' these bombs in the city
But I'm innocent,
love is the motive that's why you're killin 'em
Guilty of settin' my fire in all fifty
But I'm innocent,
blame it on my equilibrium
In the days of Kings and
Queens I was a jester
Treat me like a God,
oh they treat me like a leper
You see me move back
and forth between both
I'm trying to find a balance
I'm trying to find a balance
I'm trying to build a balance
I'm trying to find a balance
I'm trying to build a balance
I'm trying to find a balance
I'm trying to build a balance
Now all my friends are famous
It's either one thing or another
They all don't know what my name is
Prob ably know both of my brothers
The one is a hard work
in' savior
The other's a hard workin' soldier
I'm just your next door neighbor
Workin' hard at tryin' to stay sober
You wait for the car at the corner
Pretend like you know
what the plot is
Won't quit till I hit California
And make you my Golden State goddess