Sing It, Shitface by Edan
Donavex, lyrical asshole, taking shitty Mc tongue to the frozen flagpole
I farted family functions, landing punches in the face of life
I paid the grand and three hundred for my beat machine,
(my body)I keep it clean, by eating vegetables, while you claim indestructible
I made 'em feel uncomfortable by talking about my hemorrhoids
And now my parakeet's unemployed, I enjoyed watching old men
put Pennzoil inside their engines, while eating cookies kept in tin foil
I been spoiled, like the underwear that's been soiled by my opponents
When I assemble my microphone kit, most kids are mere dome-less
I wonder what they folks did to make 'em think they flow swift with broken focus
Folk hymns are sung, while my guitar is strung, and then plucked to make the hip-hop purists tense up,
sure it's ten bucks to come and see me at a show
But when I stage dive into jell-o you won't care about the dough
But if you still think my shit is wack, you'll get your money back
And then you leave the show, running into two men in funny hats
They'll beat the fuck out of you and take your wallet out of your back pocket
After that you swell up in the eye-sockets, then I'll finish my show and go to
The parking lot and meet the two men, who then put your loot in my pocket
I tried jocking myself but that didn't work, after I realized that God was
watching with a hidden smirk, I shit a turd that stunk the house for three weekends
Instead of R'n'B bitches, I do my hooks with Japanese kids
(Chorus: Japanese)
(So Sing it Shitface)
Ooh, I love farting in the bathtub, at clubs, at home
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