Skool Lunch

Everyone sit the fuck down *ugh!*
And shut the fuck up
This one’s a jam
I’m now writing a blood-note to my mom from an isolated cabin in the woods from
summer camp
Stuck the stamp like «No mom, everything’s great
I’m making friends the first day at such a fast rate, that I doubled my weight
There’s a face imprint on my stomachs side
This year we learned how to incubate larvae and breed rare rain forest
butterflies.»
I would have washed away the blood tides or fingerprints in running water but
the dead leaves sucked the gutter dry
Underground mainstreamers get a big «Fuck you!» underlined
Don’t worry! I’m like Bill Murray when you in disguise cats watch from the
crowd like London spies
All of this caveman fighting over who made the first fire shit is exactly
fucking why
I’d rather live under this rock and come out to spit when it snows in the
summertime
Please don’t use my presence as a crutch design
This is just a rhyme
But I have not copped a good album since 8th grade
And I’m now 25
A study on the mind
Cats by strangulations
45 seconds after the snuff film, still on running time
Hit the beach resorts with shades over Bundy’s eyes
Fake broken arm, leaning on a rented van
Funny guy
Body strapped to roof of car
Cross-country drive
Bumpy ride
Ligature marks from bungee lines
There’s a little private party going on tonight
Plenty of fun and laughs
Take a break from the books and live a little
Welcome to losers anonymous
I’m your spokesperson with a coke problem and a t-shirt saying «be positive»
I curse the day I was blessed with this burdenous gift to spit on rage
Hip-hop sucks so I trip on stage
And now veterans saying «who's this fucking kid on tape?»
I’ve been for days
And don’t usually show up for shows even if the pricks will pay
I hit the flakes
Sweat hits the face
It’s all pixel waves
And for my two fans I’m sorry the shipment’s late
And that’s why Jak doesn’t sell
But that’s fucking swell
Haters can’t even say they put it back on the shelves
So you can suck the gelatin off of my cells
And trust me I’m not coherent
I’ll start fistfights with younger cats right in front of their cribs that
involve their parents
I’ll meet you at sundown by the old gallows
Cannibal from pharaoh
So pissed when I twitch my muscles itch like there was earwigs in my bone-marrow
It looks like they’re having a party
Yeah, quite a celebration
And don’t worry, I’ll stay close 'till we get the coke