obssessive compulsive disorder i ordered a pickle/ sandwich but man it’s the bread that not what i’m down with and every/ day i wake up worried bout the way that i’m standin and never/ looked into the reason that i feel so much treason and want to/ fly away to poland find a hole to freezin in
spondi, trochee, iamb and Conde/ Naste-y, take a photograph and call me jack cheese/ never messed around much with a girl named holly but i/ know she had the glasses on like polly wolly/
doodle all the way and then a/ noodle in the hay is like a/ poodle with a blade of grass be-/tween it’s very legs i don’t know/ what to tell you maen, get a/ horse and brush it’s mane. then ride/ of into the sunset till you reach the port of spain, daaaayyme/ oh
blame it on the alchohol and/ write it on the bathroom stall then/ bite it in the butt and make it watch a video to lollly/ gag into a bag and make a/ stack of them then ask the steward/ ess to make you breakfast then get/ up to feel this next shit, inspection like
gadget. gogogo and then/ hit the flo flo flo and when/ you see me blow blow my/ money, out the door door door/ funny, how i still don’t sow/ my seeds, like a farmer joe joe joe/ pee, out the win dow dow dow/ please, pirate go like yo ho ho, smy steeze.
sear me, like tuna tar tar, hear me? goin/ on a trip to never been and far far near me. then i’ll/ find the man i was supposed to be so clearly. after/ that i’m gonna grow myself a long long beardy…
Illicit, i rob you for your/ brisket, ice T is on a/ mission, to find the perpetrator make him say he got no/ witness, the miracle of birth without a sickness makes me/ want to find a bride and make eruption till she pump kin hallow/weenie, you never really seen me till i show you my bikini/ i waxed it in brazil around the rio deja-/niri, i’m nearly goin blind from all this dro and drinkin all this liquor/ beery, god take me from this world and people like the dennis/ leary…
dude, fuck this. i’m so tired of listening to other people’s music and trying to find things to critique and shit so it’s time for do what this TYCHO BROHAM is do best and we are let’s do this RAPPIN RAPPIN TODAY!
okay, let’s get down to it/ gold by the pounds you and/ me pumpin sounds jewish/ temple in my town spinnin/ dreidels till the infinite/ makes us feel like big pimpin/ texas is a big city/ sittin on an oil business
dude. fuckit. so i was all like “hate it or love it the underdog’s on top” back in christmas and then fuckin the cops were all like “naw dawg naw dawg is naw on taw” and i was like “FUUUUUUUUCK YOU!” and then they were all “NO! FAUUUUUUCCCK YOUUU!” and then tased me and made me take all sorts of fucked up pharmaceuticals and then i felt guilty about who i was for like six months and fuckit, i’m iiiiight now.