Im so serious that my angry eyes make angels cry
and when I start to rhyme I spontatiously combust inside
and my lack of pride combines with my tactless strides
and defies my family ties that Ive left behind and I apoligize
for what was said but when I go to bed with an uneven head Im better off fred flintstone
if I make a bedrock should I atone?
should I hold the phone and be like OH NO guess where I'm Gon'
Hell Im better off swell so I can rock my micky mouse ears and come equipped for show and tell
Wont fail first grade Ill just sip lemonade as a promanade across my ice capade charade
covered in shade from the palm trees that fade when I start to count the days
til the rain drenches my pretentious parade maybe its all a game
Monopoly and Im the fucking thimble!
so I'll keep it simple so as not to offend my dimples
cuz Im a shirley temple of insecurities mixed with obscurity
with a tiny twist of purity left behind from the nursery
now Im cursing these phantom ration cash-in cyclones
leavin me hangin in the balance while Im rop'n in my typo-s
like F7 spellcheck my way in to heaven
so once I get there I can correct my god for giving me sloppy seconds
she only likes me when Im rhymin that two-timin pile-drivin kinivin striving
towards diamond dyke in vikatin indecisive sirens SPIKE IT IN!
Like volleyball while naked Im rhymin private and fast break paced
as I waste time like violent violin islands Im Surrounded!
Im confounded to what the bounc’n fountain pens allow’n but that’s not the reason Im frownin
It’s the class-clown'n that im downin with a chaser full of humility
it’s the round kids who eat mcdonalds like fat calories were nobilities
it’s the social disabilities that keep me cheese standin by my lonesome
no its just me myself and I but I can’t deny I’ve grown some