The Dinner Party

I’ve always fostered an outlook that’s rather awkward
I really have no fans, I’m a flightless songbird
To say that I’m neurotic, that would be understatement
So moronic that you swear it must’ve been me that stated it
The world is just a giant high school, a middle school
With classmates who ridicule
Who’d love nothing more than to get rid of you
They’ll lie to the principal 'bout the things that they did to you
Corner you in the bathroom and beat the unholy shit out of you
I really never got along with my pears
I would smacked in the back of the head, get flicked in the ears
They called me be weird, but shit I take it as a compliment
Why would I wanna be like this douche dickles on a stick?
Hasn’t changed that much as an adult
Still don’t fit in with the cool kids and I’m weirder than most
But I’m dummy and polite, «Excuse me, pardon me»
Fuck it, my whole life is one giant dinner party
Every dinner party, I never fit it
Uh-huh, there’s no mixing or mingling
Just arms tingling, awkward in the corner
Won’t somebody save me from the Hell that I’m sinking in?
At the dinner party, I never fit it
Uh-huh, I’m always nervous in public
Queasy in the stomach
My life’s like taking an open wound and pouring salt in it and rubbing it
It hurts doesn’t it?
To put it in perspective, I’m a pessimistic eccentric
Doing shows for zero dollars, no good songs in the set list
A blank portfolio, no money to invest with
Not in school anymore but I still get messed with
'Cause now I’m all grown up
But although no one showed up
I still did my shows, spit my raps 'til I throw up
And yeah I got pointed at, laughed at and picked on
But I still fling shit at the throne you think you sit on
This is not a test, this is actual real life
And yeah, I like to write rhymes and then spit 'em real nice
I thought I told you once before but that’s not enough
Like gettin' kicked in the nuts, it’s a hurt you can feel twice
Everyone’s so effortless, havin' a good time
And I’m never comfortable in this skin I call mine
But I’m dummy and polite, «Excuse me, pardon me»
Shit, my whole life is one giant dinner party
Every dinner party, I never fit it
Uh-huh, there’s no mixing or mingling
Just arms tingling, awkward in the corner
Won’t somebody save me from the Hell that I’m sinking in?
At the dinner party, I never fit it
Uh-huh, I’m always nervous in public
Queasy in the stomach
My life’s like taking an open wound and pouring salt in it and rubbing it
It hurts doesn’t it?
Wanted to be an outlier but the term didn’t stick
I’m not a Gladwell, I’m more like sad and sick
Than a sadistic asshole with his pants all ripped
We make Hip-hop music 'cause we’re fans of it
And we’re done tryin' to fit in with these dudes and women
I’m a Devil’s minion in need of an exorcism
So listen, I’m messin' up the Paradise you live in
You say «Goodbye» to me, to you I say «Good riddance»
Shit, I’ma throw a dinner party of my own
And invite every motherfucking freak I know
And when you think the party’s over, we’re gonna do it again
'Cause in the end, there is way more of us than them
At the dinner party, you don’t fit in
Now you can stand awkward in the corner
And feel like a loser every time we get you cornered
Don’t subscribe to your state of mind, or your pecking order
At our dinner party, you don’t fit in
Look at all the weirdos that came
Rappers and metal-heads, none of us quite the same
Listenin' to over, like
At our dinner party, you don’t fit in
Now you can stand awkward in the corner
And feel like a loser every time we get you cornered
Don’t subscribe to your state of mind, or your pecking order, like
Look at all the weirdos that came
Rappers and metal-heads, none of us quite the same
Listenin' to over, like