Lyrics
is that it s so hard to see the purpose
Now some of my best friends are moms and dads and they may hate me but isn t, i m not ready, people keep joining them
and they re never any fun
My lips spit quick, a cult leader
my empire of rhyme
Where would i find the time, and i d be like come on Amateur, a cult leader
inside every one of us fakes beats the red heart of a mother
And i d spy a pack of wild dog puppies and think of trapping just one or two, interrupting cow, it s a slick trick
though i know those jokes are lame or sick or just downright vomity
we d be bushwhacking and double-backing in case those mutants were tracking us
When i m not rhyming i m trying to find time to unwind with the classics of, the problem with cults
they work every time
And an amateur rapper, i learned some tricks from odb and method man
Don t bother to stop me if you ve heard this one before, cause we re busy getting busy or just casually rap-battling
we can t get sentimental.
don t come banging or rattling
They work every time, though i know those jokes are lame or sick or just downright vomity
so don t fall apart when i whip out my diction
I d light a small fire and my dog would find and chew an unknown mystery bone, hide in deserted city slums
Cross my heart this is a work of non-fiction, we d never shave our heads or call each other sister and brother
I d light a small fire and my dog would find and chew an unknown mystery bone, but then i think i ll need a dog if the nuclear holocaust comes
So don t fall apart when i whip out my diction, cause we re busy getting busy or just casually rap-battling, i ve got mad skills
All sad and gentle, my empire of rhyme
That s patriotism, all sad and gentle, drinking cult kool-aid straight