for the latest epidemic of the vapors
Bringing you the greatest live capper
Giving no quarter for those
Not even a bucket of dream,
not a pat on the back and hand shake
you making my glands ache
the headphones are playing the soundtracks
My ears to your song is like teeth to blacker
Big speakers of feedback, quarter backs a sac the bottom line,
Yo your shit is crack Ends so much as,
I never fuck with it and never will
Never used, never deal, never shot never cooked,
and I really dont feel the ap peal
How did you get a record deal? For real
Its the re turn of the super good,
We shoot from the hip like hip
Tagging up your tomb stone to say
If the songs are the worst
You wanna test we you must
You might be quick son but you no daisy
And Im surely not bragging on your girl
your joke mom and a magnum
Oh no, Im much more classy,
and I wouldnt stoop so low
See, hes referring to the royal we the righteous,
Except for the blast holes peering
through the innards of my enemies
Now who and for and against
When you recognize the size and don't
Let the good shit ride let the bullshit
Long gone no trace of evidence
Except for perhapse a finger
Or so it went, so I heard, so they say
I guess na confess when we smacked
dab in the middle of the mess
Cause its the return of the super good,
You might want drama but we
We shoot from the hip like hip
Tagging up your tomb stone to say
If the songs are the worst
You wanna test we you must
You might be quick son but you no daisy