Line all the bastards in the street Get em all a plate to eat Are you hungry Are you hungry Blackhole sun, Sunday dinner with a mastiff Massive plastic bitch Pass the communion tray like it's a casket Instant classic, conscientious rap from Conny Flaccid Conny Drastic, handsome cat that conned the Catholics I should shut the fuck up and sit down on my hands Carry no hope to the promised land then bet I done did it you dumb motherfuckin dickheads Now watch my steps Pessimistic pests, pez dispenser head A dead Kennedy fed, wet the vanity red My insanity shed Pronounce fuck til' the profanity read Produced rot while the calamity spread I'm on the moon's top poppin off talking shit Call it how it is, if not it won't be what it bid Should of gone and told your sis Should of told your mom, You a piece of shit Why'd it take so long for you to get You a burden of bourgeoisie The bird that flew over the kooked out kids At a cookout of tea Paralyzed by the route you rode Rah rah wrote off for free Assume paranoia's pressure and fleas I'm trippin, bugged out, because I see what I see I'm an invention like the wheel to keep rich up to speed I'm luncheon for the function Imma' punch in on this pumpkin But before I'm done, Imma' put puss back in the pore Imma' bring the poor kids through the back of the store Ring the bells of St.Cecilia's at 12, so Hell know we on Sails set til the failed feel the rebel's ills Motherfucker I sell what I sells The tales tell it all, a L's ash fell in love Lapel smell of baby breath and paradox I'm on the dock of the bay waiting for bricks to get off You on the cock of Chad picking rose petals, a wicked plot Do anything except sleep on the weak in the marathon Of undereducated graduates, a Karen's son Paraplegics get their feet when they hear me wrong A pair is two but there's only one left after hearing this song I'm on the mountain bettin dollars shittin luck 6 Bucks for the lunch but 12 bucks would fuck it up This isn't enough when you down, downin lust Pissin on yourself wondering what's what? What's what I'm on the mountain bettin dollars shittin luck 6 Bucks for the lunch but 12 bucks would fuck it up This isn't enough when you down, downin lust Pissin on yourself wondering what's what? What's what