sittin sideways with a splittin migrane
spittin rhyme game between sips of lime ade
find me on the corner blowing up a mailbox
the fuckin buck didnt, but at least change stops
caught some fed time for tampering with the mail
rode the red line to 63rd and yale
never made it back, for steppin into mo town
not detroit bro, the town where they dont throw crowns
where they throw forks down, and you run for your life
youre the one with the pipe dreams, im the one with the mic
just pick it up and rip it, slowly hone your craft
slowly bone the snatch with your low stoned ass
bust a nut, get up, hit the bricks like a mason
get the riches, times a wastin, slit your wrists-es like jason
razors like freddy or ed scissorhands
chopped up all bite sized, youll be fed to lizards, man

more limp then old spagetti and cold gold confetti
throw it in the air, throw a party over there
float your body in the lair of the grim reap
my sins deep, so harsh my kin weeps
dry your eye, it aint all that bad
sigh five times, cause its all you had
take the good with the ugly, the bad is the remainder
im glad you retained her, so i can grab and tame her
the flab is lame, jerk/but i get your drift
youd rather it was suctioned out for lips and arm pits
i dont need plastic surgeons to make me pretty
i need virgins--gay and gritty, so i can stay shitty
but ill take what i can get, even sloppy seconds
no qualms with coated palms, just drop the record
drop the needle in the groove, and the feeble can get soothed
with jazz thats smooth, that kind of pizazz we all move to

ran out of paint thinner, couldnt huff, ate a glue stick
it was rough, i ruined it, it kicked in, i was useless
whatever i can get my hands on, whatever does the trick
whatever i can sniff, or mainline, my frames kind to gettin sticked
gettin rich, probably out of the question
my main plan failed, the contingency is for the best shit 
i can pull off, i guess survival is the key
i say i guess cause im not sure what exactly i need
im raspy from the weed, it roasted my throat
rippin mics simeltaounsly didnt help, surely stoned to the bone
my favorite pastime, as if i had something better to do
or any weather to use to my advantage, rain is clever like booze
severs the noose thats got a choke hold on my cranium
plastic never lasted shit, the phone's old but titanium
so it still rings, after all these years
feel free to drop a line, stop by for a couple beers
