I turned out

I burned out

Lacking plans

I don't wanna go out

I don't wanna dance

Two whacked out dudes walk into a bar

You might mistake us for the funky retards

But we ain't never heard of your whack ass

Go home

What the fuck is that?

What the fuck is you doing?

Going with the motion only got you so far

Look at yourself, what you think, you're a rockstar?

Nah, man

I'm just tryna sip on shit

I think I got a shoulder

(A shoulder with what?)

With some kind of chip

Always gotta crack a bottle

Please don't threaten me

I'll spit some fucked up shit

Maybe the ladies need therapy

Nah

I row my boat gently

You know me!

Still walking round town with the oz

You know me!

Dirty blue jeans and a throwback short sleeve

[?]

Same old me!

If you know, you better pay attention closely

Pardon me

You got a dirty clam

I got a dirty jam

You can hardly tell

Really rock it well

If you really rockin' well

Face the facts, Jack

Everybody's getting the backhand

The flash dance

Who put baby in the trash can?

Mexican-American, expand like accordions

Audience, born weird again

Freudian slips

Mommy, mommy, rub on some tits

Catch drifts

Little little sinner

We'll get cookies after dinner

And won't say shit when you're in her

Shoot dirty looks

And we ain't read your book

We ain't coming to your pow wow

When I ask your friends about you

They say WHO like a owl

Fake smiles, so we hit her with the scowl

Blahsum from the thirteen mile isle

Catch a body out the rye and stacked into my pile

Like how you gonna call me a dick head

With the same mouth you suck dick with?

You know me!

Still walking round town with the oz

You know me!

Dirty blue jeans and a throwback short sleeve

[?]

Same old me!

If you know, you better pay attention closely

Don't get too close, you might get burned

If you wanna live, you motherfuckers better learn

I heard you ain't worth the dirt on your shirt

You wanna fly like a bird or squirm like a worm?

Gabba gabba gum flap

[?]

Cowabunga

What's that?

The coke make that black jack

21 guns clap

You can go and run that backpack

(I love you, cause I was you, but now...)

I'm a run the dealer

How can I make this any clearer?

I ain't a man

I'm a subhuman super ape

So what you gonna say?

Damn right, I'm a loser, babe

I got a problem I can't communicate

I say, my outsides are rotting, my insides are pink

Yo, where you at?

Somewhere south of [?] I think

Ma, put your tits away

We ain't gotta do that today

Nah, nah, nah

Ma, put your tits away

We ain't gotta do that today