This one is for the pure enjoyment
I’m sick of being a disappointment
Sick of being the fly in your ointment
You wanna settle this once and for all then make an appointment
You can get some PHD to tell ya what ya boy meant
Ayo you fuckers that want to hate on this
You can drink my mother fucking piss
I’m on to get on with life and true bliss
Like I give two shits if it’s hubris
Ayo call a fucking lawyer and sue this
I’m not sleeping
Cause sleep is for the weak
And I ain’t waiting to inherit shit I murder the meek
Work my ass off seven days straight then call it a week
Then fuck ya so clean it‘ll make ya squeak
I’m talking bout the now
The skill and the know how
The low brow bitches that flow foul
Wear cold scowls and throw towels
As soon as Pappa Growls
You feel it in your bowels
A beat down of consonants and no vowels
Like that sinking gut feeling
With you and your stinking butt pealing
Dealing with your head at the ceiling
Burning the house down
Fire in the furnace with a Faust frown
Leaving your town doused down
Lyrical gasoline I mastered mean like weapons grade plastercine
I don’t care if you spit faster fiend
I leave you on the cover of disaster scene magazine
Bag your dreams
Gag your screams
You got bullshit busting out your seams
I give ya a mic to make you silent
Only pussies and idiots think it’s cool to be violent
And those in the know just hold themselves in check
Because on both sides of the anger you know the shit gets wrecked
No matter how much you want to be happy
Trust Pappy
You cannot defy the laws of cause and effect
