I'm drunk driving the dream without a PhD or permit

To decorate my duct tape wallet, though I've earned it

And we're still broke as fuck

You know we smoke the garbage

Domes sucked, Picking Wiz Khalifa out the bathroom carpet

I'm leaving marks where verbal marksmen tend to market shit

With a style as dark as the abyss between Clive Barker an John Carpenter's heads

Inebriated in the shed with Simon Pegg like that might be my best friend

But it would seem your queen is dead

So see the difference in all individual creation

Is that we provoke the brain while your breath is wasted

You can taste it in the air

Cause you're not down with the atmosphere

Load the "Overcast!" up in your ear

Cause All I hear is YOLO

But how low will you go, bro?

Like Danny DeVito

Can I touch my toes?

NO!

But bet I'll mentally flex to your curriculum

Check you like a testicle, then come in like a catheter

Burning the last king of man a forest fire festival

Sending drama queen back into trauma school another semester

Fallin' of Pangea

I'll peep you later

If you're dipping too, leave a magnet message on the freezer

And I'm out

But I'll be back in a few

Comin' with yo goods

Doin' strictly business like a drive-thru

See I'm too nice, you take me for a pacifist

But tread carefully where currents mix, Cape Hatteras

Cause I'm lord of the flies on the isles of fatal attraction

Where smash hit's will get you spent quicker than a half pence

But that'll naturally happen when you're givin' up the head

Like an attractive actress with a coke problem and daddy in the past tense

No regrets forgetting, or getting over the message I'm sending faster than a Ranger Rover

Screaming "fuck the rubbish!" like a litterbug's attitude

Cynical as Louie in a Motorola focus group

I'm out

Lemme get one more verse on this, man...

And now I keep these people noddin'

Like buoys or booties bobbin' on my water bed

And mama said I wouldn't be shit without some college debt

Lost fingerprints to the grind like Tech Deck

Spread verbal lead through blasphemous flesh like a tech death

Now I'm on deck facilitatin' all your shipwrecks

Got family mislead passin' all of my piss tests

Like "How'd he do it? There's no shoe to fit left!"

And I'm like get used to it! Slander ain't plead the fifth yet, nah!

Comin' up and leaving nothing but hoofprints

Wanna hang with the best?

Tell me how this noose fits

You know I'm out