how in the fuck did i get home i just woke up i m still stoned i m thinking bout calling it quits cause i m sick of the shit that i ve got to deal with on a daily basis cause i ve been going hard with no night off cause i don t want no fucking part time job they want me to be some man i m not i do what i want i rock a red sox hat in the bronx i don t floss i just rap about flaws i get bucks like fawns while they all just flaunt they wonder why i write rap songs it s a white guy without dying my hair blonde and if he s a rap star where is the car that he described every line of the sixteen bars where s the 16 hard hype men behind him and why aren t these hoes grinding are his rhymes imbibed with gang violence is he somebody whose buddies are all dying does he want to get rich or die ryan he s buggin if he s not thuggin he should try silence he ll get served like a diner skinny man should ve joined an indie band rocked eye liner i ve seen him leave the bar nissan car with a tattooed arm that was little like shriners and if he rhymes off the brain in maine does he keep a nine behind the coat like primer if the dj put the vinyl on would he rhyme along tighter than a dyke s vagina is he spose higher than spock blunts in the blizzard while i m whippin by the cops lyrical loogies that i hawk non stop then i pull off the lot bumpin aesop rock i m definitively intricate an entertainer bring it till they re hatin or hyperventilatin i m penetratin your brain yeah fuck what you thought spose juxtapose written prose and pot i jizzem on the rhythm toss in the towel somehow got a hit still went foul i m 24 bars in so what now i ll do 24 more fore i put the mic down follow no trend obediently as in you might see me in a medium tee i just got lines like a dmv and i fix em up in maine like i m cmp they wonder how dare he rap about ganja when kids still die in genocides in rwanda yeah i should shut my mouth but i keep rocking like a chair in a haunted house i m from the dirt roads dusty antiques on the microphone so damn sweet you brought weed then my interests pique kick a hole in the speaker i ll say sorry and then peace teeth unbleached with the physique of a geek my beak reach next week but i m neat with the speech when i skeet on beat unique and out there like mozambiques run circles around rappers like inner tubes still mad humble in an interview whether rich or monetarily minuscule i m who you relate to buddy cause i ve been a dude and if you heard me can t deny i got the shit to tell the mcs bye bye take all of their women and their free wifi sorry you best believe i m high and i do what i want might drink the bong water if it s murky like a swamp and if rapping in maine is so wrong just know the kid who mad this beat is from vermont yeah and that s how it has to be i got room keys like i m cassidy i m at the red roof inn don t ask for me because it s trashy don t bring ashley spizzy spose peter sparker i m dastardly i might hog until the pigs come pass the weed i could ve fucked up massively but instead i made it the audacity let s break it down how in the fuck did i get home i just woke up i m still stoned i m thinking bout calling it quits cause i m sick of the shit that i ve got to deal with on a daily basis cause i ve been going hard with no night off cause i don t want no fucking part time job they want me to be some man i m not