LYRICS:
I was the archetype for “awkward at the shindig”
Til I'd unbutton my lip, loop a riff, and go ballistic
I'm Lou Ferrigno turning indigo by the first note of my setlist
My conquests are live in concert, I kamikaze on a head-trip
I'm in your local laceration relaxing like a basset hound
Came out swinging, whole bar singing "The Boys are Back in Town"
A gaggle of the saddest clowns and scalawags, that back alley sound
Gets a fortune teller stoked, y’all need a telescope to track me down
I kick up the stardust regardless of target markets or loss of yardage
I map the uncharted barking my bars like articulate arson
They beg my pardon; partially barbaric and possibly Martian
Out here like a martyr and I'm just getting started

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Shake a couple screws loose
Don't know ‘bout you, but I'm feeling good

Flipped the switch and shifted shapes, word of his wicked ways ricocheted
The whispers say “it's lit”; I'm tripping dick, spitting triple plays
Cerebral pins and needles, yinz need a pitchfork to pick his brain
Cause wisdom is bittersweet when miscreant is your middle name
Pray my temper fades, embers burn the spliffs on my dinner plate
Wait a tick, consider it said and done and a big mistake
Ain't it a bitch; take center stage like a prison break
No one's seen him since, he's always in his head, she said I miss your face
Then minutes later I wake up on the couch
To a bummed cig and more vision than my shit figured out
My timbers shivering where chivalry's getting kicked out the house
Trail-blaze a mystery route to break the bank and make the misery count one time

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Got an after midnight appetite, every morning I come back to life
Just to take a whack at walking any path that I could actualize
So nomadic, it's asinine; I need a casket to be past my prime
And not haunted by the fact I should've had it figured out in like half the time
I walk down Carson like I'm burning alive
He looks like vermin in person, was it worth earning those stripes
And all these street urchin sermons have been serving me right
Turbulent words to the wise, surfing .wav files all night because
My bottom dollar was too little too late
I love gray skies, I'm brain dead as I break bread every doomsday
Skipped due dates to spit on Doom beats, eat these words, how's the truth taste
These emcees are like woo girls, I just unfurl and let the news break
Oh I get it, y'all think cocaine can replace talent
That that chain will change your palate, that all those ragers raise your prowess
I backtrack to find a balance between the people and the palace
Give it a decade, they'll be begging for my name on the mayor ballot

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