so stick a fork in it mortition checkin out ya body
cuz ur finished
unfortunate but ya kid are growin up in religious orphanages
while im sippin champagne in corporate offices n
im often in plush linen sh** ull never sleep or sit in
forget it flows frentic poetic barabaric arrogant and
etiquit is heaven sent n connecticut betters it
bet it kid but never forget it
comin from the middle n i see the botttom and top
and i dont rock skinny jeans like the stereotype
but i do get drunk do drugs and make mess of things
so take a breath relax and let the record spin
on and on and on n on
cant stop this white boy hes phenomenal
talkin sh** i knock em down like dominoes
n have ur ribs pokin out ur abdominals
