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Verse 1
Am
Baug
This is madness!
This is an outrage (echo)
Am
As a matter of fact, this is outrageous
Adim
Am
Yeah, young sire,
Verse 2
slap the fuck out Jon Cryer
Baug
Rough rider, raw bust
inside a vagina
Cm
Am
Like I want kids, my head continues
to be haunted
Adim
I burn a city down while I'm unconscious,
Take some quaaludes, conversate with
Baug
Jesus
Batting practice with the motherfucking
ghost of Babe Ruth
Am
Do as a saint do, turn painful to graceful
Devil on my trails,
Adim
Am
I'm trying to find the Holy Grail
Right there
Am
And if Mars is the farthest that man has
set his target
Baug
Then I don't know why I even
started
Am
I'm sick of being too nice to people
who don't do shit but consume light
Baug
Am
Adim
Told myself, "Fuck the world kid,
Am
Go and have a food fight,
start yourself a new life
Baug
You're too bright to be inside
a bunch of mediocrity
Am
But all those big words
ain't gonna get you paid
for sure won't get you laid
Am
You got it made in that mad house
Baug
What the fuck you got to be sad about?
Go ahead a rap now,
Am
do what you do best, I mean
That's what you do best,
Baug
F
Am
matter fact motherfucker
You suit vest, you need to buy a new
Baug
dress
I heard you and your girl live in a duplex
Am
I'm a put her ass in a Suplex, the sun
Adim
east, the moon west
F
Am
You got a clue, what does a clue get?
Verse 3
Nothing
Cherie- Cherie Amour
Baug
My Cinderella in her carriage
by the doorway
Am
Her ruby slipper made the wizard
send the scarecrow
And the lion through the forest
To the wicked witch's fortress where
Adim
Am
she scorched them in the foreplay
Remember that? He said he'd fight the box
to see the wizard
Baug
When he was visited by Dorothy
who came here on a blizzard
Am
Now the whole world's in color,
still,
Adim
How Auntie Em was next of kin
and not her mother
Am
Real, her face was care- worn
I suspected she migrated
to Kansas up from Dearborn
Baug
And had beef with Mrs. Gulch from the very beginning
Am
of Year One
Mr. Candyman, the parables parabolic
Adim
The poetry's like the poems
Am
and songs of Ecclesiastes
Lightning should strike the stone
and then Moses should make a tablet
Baug
The Judge will bang the wood
up in parliament with the mallet
Am
And yell "Hear, Hear," finally
some order to this rap shit
Adim
Finally some sort of wa
Baug
ter to soil these cracked lips
Am
Baug
I keep my shit crispy and elegant,
So miss me with the irrelevant,
Am
the god body is heaven- sen t
The hard- body is reverence,
Adim
since the son of Byford
Am
Brother of Fal, every rhyme's halal
Every line is kosher,
livin' la vida loca
Baug
Am
Shout out to Tony
Toca, we ballin' like we supposed to
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