Weerd Science

Every one of my lyrics when you hear it
it'll burn your face as sulfuric acid
If you're holdin' the microphone I suggest you pass it.
Hand it over quickly
Sickly's the only way I know how to drop it
Every time I kick it people look at me like my name's
Ripley's Believe it or Not
Got a wonderful time slot here at the Zero Hour
Been laughed at for rappin' ever since I was a little coward
By all the kids who towered over me
Overpowered me and beat the shit out of my face
Like it's the job clock in an hour
And how are we the ones who powered these machines
And we can't get nothin' done, we controlled by kings and queens
The unseen son, the one in the attic
Hope the dream don't come true
America, she loves you
Without us who would back up the groceries
Or price up the clothes that you normally don't see
On average joes, oh that's me
Little dirtbag rapper and glad to be

I like my hip-hop dropped in tip-top condition
I keep on spittin' but no one listens
I must drop fire, I can not wait for a fall
This is our only hope, this is a war
This is a war

*Every picture you see is a reflection of marketing
The targeting of certain audiences as only a major corporation could
It's simple: They feed you shit. Just stop eating it, genius.

Run up in the Universal Office and find Doug Morris
Pound him in his office, his life ain't real pretty
Like bitches that sing choruses
These forces are forcin' us to try to relate
In spite of what they lead you to believe in the first place
Can't move in the city 'cause it's packed so tight
Everybody up in my business, dissin' the lyrics I write
Dismissin' my raps off their shoulder like the never happened
Actin' so thuggish like they tough like Tinactin
It's rubbish, it's all bubble gum to me
Nobody bumpin' me stoppin' by your record company
I'ma flatten MC's with platinum CDs
You see these two fists? They each got MT
Tons of Budweiser, got balls of steel wire
Like a sidewalk and supposedly ya'll are keepin' it real
But mostly ya just provoke and poke at me
And hopefully you remember your jokes to me

I like my hip-hop dropped in tip-top condition
I keep on spittin' but no one listens
I must drop fire, I can not wait for a fall
This is our only hope, this is a war
This is a war

*If ??? rap in you was approved by tests you'd see it's got nothin' to do with you.
The real gangstas are old white men putting these records out.
Hip-hop? That's the last thing they give a fuck about.*

By any means necessary I'm buryin' advesary
Every vocal performance it's important to stary vary
If you wanna feed all then you got motorcall
And I'm on the line, we can meet at the grassy knoll at ten
Maybe rap was never hip-hop to them
Seems like it's just a cash crop to them
So don't claim you spit it proper then
This war must never end
I can no longer pretend to be down
If I die in a battle that's fine
I got a potion named Revolution number 9
I got a heart that beats for the art
This is hip-hop for the love
Not a 1 on the charts

I like my hip-hop dropped in tip-top condition
I keep on spittin' but no one listens
I must drop fire, I can not wait for a fall
This is our only hope, this is a war
This is a war

This is a war, this is a war
This is a war, this is a war
This is a war, this is a war

I'm hollow to the core, yeah my bones are empty
No marrow, no mass, but heart I got plenty
Though no blood flows through these veins, somethin' is in me
Lyndon, Jimmy, Dolores, Jerry and Uncle Ricky
My whole family tree 'bout as normal as me
Everybody got they own story of what's supposed to be
And what could've been, what should've been
Should've been let on to the fact that I'm destined to never win
How come every record I'm on ends up in the 99 cent bin?
Pick it up if you need something to wipe while you're shittin'
Can't pipe down, more rappers need rippin'
I'll never be like Mike or even Scottie Pippen
Goofy A&R tell me the elements are missin'
Chippin' in his two cents, listen, nothin' is smitten
Sittin' on leavin' more brisk than Lipton
Nipped in the bud, how come your bomb record was a dud?

I should reap what I sow,
My life is just so ordinary, I'm a ordinary joe
On the contrary this a new all-time low
This is a new all-time low
I should reap what I sow,
My life is just so ordinary, I'm a ordinary joe
On the contrary this a new all-time low
On second thought I get another chance tomorrow

This plastic life that we fed intravenously
The tubes that we watch religiously
Not real, nothin' is, nothin' begins without an end
This is big business but back to the test again
Justice will fail us we must look from within
This is the truth, I got the blueprints right here in the booth
Is you in? Then jump in, the deadpool is now accepting applications
For the nameless and faceless
The has-beens and the almost famous
Fucked in our anus without a reach-around
Reach way down until you found that dark somethin' hidin' out
Smoke from my lungs and flush from my liver
'Til it slivers out my mouth hole
I remember how life was before my downfall
Before these walls closed in
Soaked in sweat, aka:
Hard work'll get you nowhere, don't forget

A working class hero's nothin' to be
Trust me, don't do it, I watched my old man go through it
And my whole family live with no respect, we give it
Are you here to pay homage are you here to bear witness?
Working class hero's nothin' to be
Trust me, don't do it, I watched my old man go through it
And my whole family live with no respect, we give it
Are you here to pay homage are you here to bear witness?

Smidgeons and digits and acres of paper
Negotiations and crunchin' numbers, contracts
A new savior has attached to this beat like a serial rapist
To girls with short skirts and high heels on they feet
You'll never defeat me, I'm a centipede
You cut off an end of me but I only grow back stronger
There's no remedy
Honestly, I never drank Hennessy, I can't afford it
I only drank forties, lordy lordy
No fuckin' bitches'll court me, distort the image of the world
But more importantly, there's more to me than meets the eye
I cordially invite you into the mind of a ordinary joe
With an ordinary name livin' in a ordinary house
Never see things like fame, or money, bitches and champagne
Your cars are lame, beats are weak and your raps sound the same
Ain't a god damned game, stop sayin' it is
I break my ribs tryin' to fill in these ad-libs
Mad kids can't see with closed eyelids
Still, half these MCs don't know who I is

I should reap what I sow,
My life is just so ordinary, I'm a ordinary joe
On the contrary this a new all-time low
This is a new all-time low
I should reap what I sow,
My life is just so ordinary, I'm a ordinary joe
On the contrary this a new all-time low
On second thought I get another chance tomorrow

A working class hero's nothin' to be
Trust me, don't do it, I watched my old man go through it
And my whole family live with no respect, we give it
Are you here to pay homage are you here to bear witness?
Working class hero's nothin' to be
Trust me, don't do it, I watched my old man go through it
And my whole family live with no respect, we give it
Are you here to pay homage are you here to bear witness?

intro

Hey, what's up? This is a true story, about a girl I know.
Not like Return of the Living Dead was a true story, this is... there's been no fabrications.
This is all true, exactly the way I saw it. Listen up.

Chorus

Girl, awooo, I gotta tell you somethin. (You listening?) Hey.
If you really knocked up by my homie, ima punch you in the stomach. Ho.
There you go, it's your name. He don't mean it. No.
Girl you better count your dough, cuz this August your man is leavin. Bitch.

Verse

Come on girl you do the math. He's already takin care of your three other kids
Without a question asked and now your gonna ask him to have the baby? What are you? Crazy?
You were done by four kids, by four different fathers. Haven't you ever heard of a thing called condoms?
How come none of the other babies daddies want 'em? When my kids grow up yours are gonna rob 'em.
And I don't want that, it's easy. Trip down the stairs or a baseball bat to the belly would please me.
Throw on a black mask aim for the midsection and CRACK THAT ASS!
Now, I know it sounds harsh, but it's not. The chick has a kid every time she farts.
Illegitimate illiterate little bastards. Dead by eighteen, but this is just faster.

Verse

Girl, awooo, I gotta tell you somethin. (You listening?) Hey.
If you really knocked up by my homie, ima punch you in the stomach. (Punch that bitch) Ho.
There you go, it's your name. He don't mean it. No.
Girl you better count your dough, cuz this August your man is leavin. (Check check). Listen up cunt

Verse

Now, it's not like he's innocent. I mean, the girl get knocked up from havin sex on the internet.
Hadn't he remembered that he'd nutted up in her, and now I gotta fix it, cuz he's in love with her.
And I can't let a homie take a fall. A condom? I'd have put tinfoil on my balls.
Ain't no time to stall, cuz the time is now. Do something quick, before the kid comes out.
Look at the trouble that your dick shot out. Here's a couple hundred dollars, get the fuckin thing out.
There's abound a better reason to get rid of the kid. Take two steps back just look at the bitch.
She's one of the most crookedest bitches I've ever seen, she's been pitchin out kids since she was thirteen.
And I know that you trust her, but everyone from here to Illinois fucked her, dummy.

Chorus

Girl, (listen up cunt) awooo, I gotta tell you somethin. Hey.
If you really knocked up by my homie, ima punch you in the stomach. (I really need you to listen to the words) Ho.
There you go, it's your name. He don't mean it. No.
Girl you better count your dough, cuz this August your man is leavin. Little cunt.

Verse

Think back to when you first met the slob. wasn't she married? Her husband had a job?
Supportin his kid, one was his, she was busy suckin your dick and you were clinched.
She did the same thing to you, man. You better take matters into your own hands, man and make a plan.
And jam your fuckin fist and fuckin grab the kid. Pull it out by it's leg it's your only chance.
You wanna be the only man with a new born? (huh?) As soon as it was born it smelled like Newports (ew!)
Strangle the bitch with the umbillical cord. Let it be a lesson to the rest of you whores.

Outro chorus

Trash *Simultaneous*
Man, I met some (Trash) trashy bitches in my day
Girl, he's a good man...
Trash *Simultaneous*
You're the biggeest piece of (Trash) trash I've ever seen, yeah.
Girl, he's a good man...
You're the biggeest piece of (Trash) trash I've ever seen, yeah.
Girl, he's a good man...

Chorus

Girl, awooo, I gotta tell you somethin. (I hope your friend's playin this for you) Hey.
If you really knocked up by my homie, ima punch you in the stomach. Ho.
w/ outro chorus
There you go, it's your name. He don't mean it. No.
Girl you better count your dough, cuz this August, your man is leaving.
(He's a good man, cunt. Alright, I'm done.)

Outro with outro chorus

Wormfood. Wormfood.
Yeah, your baby's worm food.
Wormfood. Wormfood.
Yeah, your baby's worm food.
Wormfood. Wormfood.
Yeah.
Wormfood. Wormfood.
Yeah, your baby's worm food.

I got a story to tell
Check check

Crazy glue, make sure you get it in the cracks and crevices
To put me back together is
Not an easy task, but it's not like I asked you to do it
It was your choice the whole time, you knew it
So you're here to build me back up?
Start with the legs and work your way up
Used to usin' to run so please pay extra attention
When you piece the flesh back together section-by-section
"There'll be some slight bruising."
Yeah, I figured that much, wow they both look great
"Yeah but don't try to stand up, just relax."
O.K., I can handle that,
Thank you so much for this, how could I ever pay you back?
Movin' on to the hips, strap 'em in place
Wrap the skin around, find my dick, attach it at the base
Put my balls on, yup right there
Before it was shattered it was way bigger I swear
Wow, this is awesome. This is... super fat, awesome

Father, are you speakin' to me?
Every little cunt that I fall in love with,
She ends up breakin' me
Put me back together, assemble my brain
It's my worst enemy
Look at these people stare, I tremble
Why do they hate me?

Get out my stomach! Wow, that feels great
Like butterflies, this is like fate
Or destiny that we met
You might be the best thing that ever happened to me
And it's a promise I won't forget
Work up to the chest, yes, perfect
Strap my neck on, "Here, see if you can turn it"
Aw, it's a little stiff but nothin' to be concerned with
You're doin' a wonderful job hunny
"Well, you deserve it"
Weary? Why stop now? Make sure my back's in order
Focus on the shoulder blades 'cause they tend to get sore
from all the punchin' and kickin' I do
"Why do you do that?"
'Cause hip-hop kicks my ass and I try to kick it back
It's awesome, I can't wait for you to see it and believe it
'Cause I know I can do it with the best of 'em
"Well, we'll see about that"
Aw, shit, she's just like the rest of 'em
Aw, yeah, and when the butterflies turn into butcher knives

Father, are you speakin' to me?
Every little cunt that I fall in love with,
She ends up breakin' me
Put me back together, assemble my brain
It's my worst enemy
Look at these people stare, I tremble
Why do they hate me?
Check check

I'ma try to disregard that last comment
'Cause this is the most crucial part of my reinstallment
My mind, see it's not just placin' my brain in
My memories are scattered on the floor in the basement
Oh, see that one? It was seventh grade her name was Meagan
I fell in love for the first time, and I changed
And I learned a lot at a young age
Like how to deal with real pain
Adults, they didn't care, my friends thought I was so lame
"Hm, that's funny"
Well, put it in
"I don't know, I mean, do you really need it again?"
They're my memories
"Well, we'll make new ones"
But I don't wanna lose 'em, I mean this is what made me who I am
"But I built you and I should have a say, don't you agree?"
No, I'm me and you're you, see?
Two different people, not one.
I knew it was only a matter of time before trouble begun
and the moral of the story is (Get out, bitch)
Aw, f**k it, Self Destruct

Father, are you speakin' to me?
Every little cunt that I fall in love with,
She ends up breakin' me
Put me back together, assemble my brain
It's my worst enemy
Look at these people stare, I tremble
Why do they hate me?

Goodbye, everybody

Father, are you speakin' to me?
Every little cunt that I fall in love with,
She ends up breakin' me
Put me back together, assemble my brain
It's my worst enemy
Look at these people stare, I tremble
Why do they hate me?

Bye, everybody

*The Illuminati is real, and they are watching you, right now.
They are inside of your television, your telephones. Be careful.
They are inside your mother, and your father. Be careful.*

Weerd Science
In A City With No Name

So whatcha think about mortality
How are these motherf**kers running America
Squeaking by like the sound of my sneakers
Weaker versions of the father
Hardly none of you mother f**kers even bothered to vote (nope)
Neither did I, seamless as I
Try to mend myself into the thread of American life
I find myself all alone with a knife and a cell phone
I feel so out of place like Melrose
Pop culture, silicone, synonyms, clones
Snare drums and microphones
Head trips and assholes, I'm all alone
I'm going home, I am no longer the Joe
Who pretends and smiles and acts
Like he's not one of the sickest dudes doing rap

Chorus (x2)
I'm all alone and I don't care
I knew it was gonna suck ass when I got here
If you'se a gunner you can get yourself shot here
In a city with no name I remain anonymous

So whatcha think about this fallacy families
I don't know when Alex be getting on Mallory
How are we going to explain that we hungry
And we need calories to maintain our energy
And people never know my name. President Bush
Don't tell me it's a freedom they wanted
Look at the war that you started
Quit talking to me like I'm half retarded, it ain't working
I think so damn hard my f**king brain is hurting
I'm spurtin' out shit that you wouldn't normally hear
Here I go, be it for bite another rapper, no
Atmosphere Kid is gonna crack this year
I'da had a record deal if I was black this year

Chorus x2

So what you know about higher ups who's powered by coward's bucks
Who talk like they better but really they just as fowl as us
Out of luck and out of time, out of reasons to pretend
That I'm one of the happiest people alive; I'm not, I'm rotten
I'm spottin' my chance and I'ma take it
Whether something happens or not
I got nothing to lose, I'ma tell you how I feel
And hopefully some of you mother f**kers'll listen this year
I got nothing to prove, I'ma tell you how I feel
And hopefully some of you mother f**kers'll listen this year

Chorus x2

It's so simple
Got a whole list of issues
Inside of my brain
Gathered right next to the temple

Write all my rhymes in pencil
So I can erase 'em
The morning after I write em
I wake up, read them and hate them

Remember later, lay them down
And made them understand
Sometimes a rapper suck
There's nothing I can do to change them

Man, it's like I told you before
You don't listen to me
So I don't listen no more

Give me a huge label advance
And a chance at fame
And I, I'll sing and dance
Go right with the grain

Sponsor soda companies
Promote with no shame
Smile, shake hands
Damn, I love this game

But just when you think that I'm your best friend
I'ma stab you in your fucking back, time and time again
Till the blood soaks through your sports coat
And with my Pepsi money, I'ma drink Coke

You'll be stifle to trifle my cycling
Ease the pain of the knife
That's in my fucking back
Or is that a hose?

They siphonin' my spirit, man
Got to attack
Counter they blows with blocks
In the name of all that is not wack

Kick my motherfuckin system
Into Auto-Rap
White or black, slap your face
Till your head's not attached

Rocket blast, feel the slap
Back of payback hurts
But I've had to nurse wounds
That are so much worse

Now first, I would like to call attention to your verse
The reason I'm so fucked, and I'm about to burst
Cause you keep feeding me nothing but shit
And tell what I'm gosh darn tired of it

First, I would like to call attention to your verse
The reason I'm so fucked, and I'm about to burst
Cause you keep feeding me nothing but shit
And tell what I'm gosh darn tired of it

Damn skippy

Fission, fusion using the brand of raps
Not currently used in hip hop
Lips lock, never was part of my agenda
To bend over and open up my ass cheeks
So y'all could dip cock

On the radar, making other emcees jealous and green
Like they name was Ralph Nader
Yeah, I'm broke as fuck and I got no paper
Shoulda just stuck with rock, it'a have been much safer

Trying to make a dent in the world like a crater
The illest of traitors, it's me, Darth Vader
Nothing can save you, peace out, see ya later
The dollar fifty in my wallet forcing me to hate you

Take you on a little journey through my life
Where dad slept on the sofa, never with his wife
Even as a toddler, man, it struck me as odd
But it only getting odder, I never looked to God

I just wrote rhymes on paper that's lined
And everyone of my lines reflects on times
That I live in, giving a shit, not me
Like metal band guitars
Every one of my lyrics lately's in drop D

Now first, I would like to call attention to your verse
The reason I'm so fucked, and I'm about to burst
Cause you keep feeding me nothing but shit
And tell what I'm gosh darn tired of it

First, I would like to call attention to your verse
The reason I'm so fucked, and I'm about to burst
Cause you keep feeding me nothing but shit
And tell what I'm gosh darn tired of it

Now you can't force a revolution, choosing sides
Offer a helping hand to the dumb and blind
Use my record like the guideline, for you to follow along
Speak up and then swallow your tongue

You hardcore, I'm hollow core
My blue collar tour
Working class hero
Shit gets piled on

I really hate all these
motherfuckers I smiled on
I'm lying on a cold table
but feel like I'm dying on a rope or a cable

I'm unable to breath the air through my nasal passage hole
Masses don't believe me, nobody believes me
Oh, y'all think it's easy to move up like George and Weezy, exsqueeze me?

Now first, I would like to call attention to your verse
The reason I'm so fucked, and I'm about to burst
Cause you keep feeding me nothing but shit
And tell what I'm gosh darn tired of it

First, I would like to call attention to your verse
The reason I'm so fucked, and I'm about to burst
Cause you keep feeding me nothing but shit
And tell what I'm gosh darn tired of it

Damn skippy

*Hi beautiful. I missed you while I was gone.
Sup homie? I wrote you this song.

I'd be better off dead 'cause both chedder and bread
Have alluded me since I was a little shithead.
So instead of working the 9 to 5 job
I'll settle for what I am, a white trash slob.
So I guess I'm destined to sit in this cesspool
'Til somebody pass me a blade or a pistol.
I've had it up to here, I'm most sincere
I poke my own eyes in until they tear.
So people think that I feel but they're wrong 'cause I don't.
Soaked in my sweat grab the mic and go for broke.
'Cause I'm trying to forget just a day in the life
I love all my friends but they stab with the knife.
They go cut, cut, cut
Stab, stab, stab
I continue fightin' then I grab, grab, grab
On the mic to try to writin' all my wrongs
But my heart is exactly where it belongs.

There's a reason there's a cut, there's a friend, there's a foe.
There's a lover, there's a girl, there's a woman, there's a hoe.
People never know, they act like they do.
Joshua, they're laughing at you.
There's a reason there's a cut, there's a friend, there's a foe.
There's a woman, there's a girl, there's a slut, there's a hoe.
People never know, they act like they do.
Joshua, they're laughing at you.

I dissect every signal that my brain intercepts
I wiggle 'round the black, find the light that I reflect.
But every time I get to a happy memory,
There's an asshole right there to fuck it up for me.
No high-school degree, nothing coming easily.
I died yesterday, what you don't remember me? (huh?)
Ah great, fuck 'em anyway.
Send another rapper through me, stuff 'em any day.
Book 'em and cuff 'em and throw the mother fuckin' book away,
Had enough of 'em stuff 'em inside of a box and drive away
And pray you don't feel the wrath of my dismay,
'Cause I slay any opponent with a fuckin' word to say.
I play way serious, I no longer play.
Sit in the same room let my rage run astray.
And just when you think my tank is on empty,
Somebodys right there, just waiting to tempt me.

There's a reason there's a cut, there's a friend, there's a foe.
There's a lover, there's a girl, there's a woman, there's a hoe.
People never know, they act like they do.
Joshua, they're laughing at you.
There's a reason there's a cut, there's a friend, there's a foe.
There's a woman, there's a girl, there's a slut, there's a hoe.
People never know, they act like they do.
Joshua, they're laughing at you.

Now as my blood thickens and it slows to a crawl,
And it flows through my heart pop in the middle of it all.
I'm an asshole. I'm a fuck up, a scumbag.
Instead of a baby, man, I should've been a cum rag.
Inside my head, nothing but confusion.
Don't ask me for answers, I got no solutions. (I don't know)
I got potions, bruises, contusions
Scrapes and cuts, the puss that I'm using.
American Idol fuck Clay and Ruben.
American homocidal, recitals what I'm doing.
Loosen the grip that these dickheads got,
While they hold under your hips and pound your brown spot.

There's a reason there's a cut, there's a friend, there's a foe.
There's a lover, there's a girl, there's a woman, there's a hoe.
People never know, they act like they do.
Joshua, they're laughing at you.
There's a reason there's a cut, there's a friend, there's a foe.
There's a woman, there's a girl, there's a slut, there's a hoe.
People never know, they act like they do.
Joshua, they're laughing at you. (so quit it)

Here come the super friends.

Mutha fuckas
Callin' all my superfriends and puttin' you on notice,
Don't think I didn't see, don't think I didn't notice,
Don't think I don't care, don't think I'll let you slide,
Don't think I'm not comin' for you in good time.
Why you askin' now if you can fuck my bitch?
You shoulda asked before she was suckin' your dick.
And now you wanna know what you can do for me?
Mutha fucker, fuck off, die immediately.
Super friends, are you stupid then?
I'll ask you again, are you stupid man?
Did you really think I wouldn't take offense
Flip the fuck out and shoot you dead?
It's the ones you trust that gonna let you down
It's the ones you love that's gonna turn you out
'cause they the only ones who really, really know how
And the super friends better look the fuck out
All my Super friends where you at?
Brian, Phil, Jay, Pat
None of you really ever had my back
To say the shit you that said and to act like that
Y'all is lucky I'm a man of peace,
'cause y'all wouldn't see me behind the fuckin' trees
Doin' time, gladly prove what I mean
I got a shotgun for all my frienemies.

Beware of your super friends
They're not your super friends
I'm scared of my super friends
Kill all your super friends

9 out of 10 of your homies are just the opposite
Disguised double agents, to me quite obvious
That's why I hate yas, y'all ain't super friends
You's a supa dupa stupid, must be how your daddy raised ya
I'm stagin' 'em with the dark, 'cause they're cavin' in from the thought
of ever makin' 'em understand that I hate 'em and at the cost
Of soundin' jaded, but jaded is what I am
And I'ma continue my hatred, of course I'm aimin' at them.
Now who would be the first person to shit on your name?
That's a super friend, 'causin' you some super pain.
But I got the super plan, pull out your super hand,
Make a superfist and swing the shit as hard as you can.
Now all of the sudden they don't say shit again
You fuckers make my tummy sick like aspirin.
You probably have no idea the trouble you in
Or that my mom and dad have a really big knife collection
And that means I can choose a weapon to dispose of yous
Have many different blades to poke holes in yous
Oh, all of yous, payback's a bitch
I heard what you said, you faggot piece of shit.
I hope you're listenin', the shit you're slippin' in,
You might wanna prepare your flesh for some healthy rippin' in

Beware of your super friends
They're not your super friends
I'm scared of my super friends (as you should be!)
Kill all your super friends

Josh: Ill, you're my Superfriend.
Ill: Yeah, I'm glad you didn't get upset the time that I porked your girlfriend, my bad.
Josh: Yeah, it's cool. Oh, yeah, did I tell you? I smoked your whole weed stash, the money I promised fell through.
Ill: Well that's okay, 'cause I just stopped by your mom's house, dug her pussy out and left my nut on her couch.
Josh: Ill, your sister's pregnant-
Ill: What?!
Josh: I didn't mean it, I'da told you before but I knew you'd get heated.
Ill: I shot your father. I'm sorry, but he walked in at the wrong time while I was gettin' mine.
Josh: Ill, that's fine.
Ill: Yeah, but there's more, damn your grandma looks good on all fours. And the bitch slapped my ass like she was Zsa Zsa Gabor, I bet back in the day she was quite the whore.
Josh: Ill, that's fucked up, man. What the fuck is wrong with you, dude?

Beware of your super friends.
At any given moment they might be lurking around any corner.
They'll wait for you when you least expect it,
just to stab you in the fucking back.
and remember
and remember
Keep your friends close
and keep your super friends closer.

Step one in your mission: gather information
Get on the internet, perfect for bomb makin'
First you need some fertilizer, it's the shit
For construction of a bomb, also the main ingredient
Some ammonium nitrate, preferably light-weight
Rent the rider's truck, think about the impact it might make
Mix 'em all together and your work can be seen
for sixteen miles by the naked eye, not to mention T.V.
The American media, greedier than the average meat eater
The seedier the plan the more they gonna love it, man
The more they wanna get they hands on an exclusive
You gon' be famous as long as you can do this
Make all your purchases two months apart from one another
In different states and go undercover
Never use a credit or a check just cashed
'cause they will try to track you after the blast
Man, after this bomb goes off, as long as you made it correct
We gonna inject the American step-ladder with a little dose of disrespect
A "Fuck you" to the U.S. for every soul that God hasn't blessed (Fuck you!)

There's a bomb in your city, in your town
Duck down, it's gonna blow any minute now
Chi-Pow! Gather the info and the know-how
Follow the plan close so you don't go down
There's a bomb in your city, in your town
Duck down, it's gonna blow any minute now
Chi-Pow! Gather the info and the know-how
Follow the plan close so you don't go down

Step two in your mission: a building you should find
A federal institution? That should suit us just fine
But how to get in? Hmm, good question
Always follow the plan close, don't go in guessin' (duh!)
Security codes nobody knows
So when the janitor's about to leave squeeze one in his dome
Shit you 'bout to kill thousands, what's one up close?
Quick, grab his clothes, we're almost there (yeah!)
Inside with the bomb, I know just where to place it (where?)
In the basement, adjacent to maintenance
Face it toward the wall so when the motherfucker blows
The whole foundation'll fall in
Oh yeah, don't forget to wipe down everything you touch
'cause one fingerprint is one fingerprint too much
And detectives'll try to find clues and signs
That'll point the finger towards the culprit, so leave nothin' behind
Hide out in the bathroom when the A.M. rush and
Walk out like nothin' happened, unnoticed and untouched
This is gonna work it's a promise you can count on
This is revenge for anyone who's been pounded on

There's a bomb in your city, in your town
Duck down, it's gonna blow any minute now
Chi-Pow! Gather the info and the know-how
Follow the plan close so you don't go down
There's a bomb in your city, in your town
Duck down, it's gonna blow any minute now
Chi-Pow! Gather the info and the know-how
Follow the plan close so you don't go down

Step three in your mission is never easily executed
So whatever was part of the original blueprint: Do it
Stick to the original plan, don't stray from it
Since no clues were left the FBI got a "Who Dun It?"
It was 9:30 AM when the bomb exploded
Many lives were lost, the media noticed
Jesus, I wish I could say nobody felt a thing
But so many were trapped inside the building still breathing
Don't think about that now, calm down, don't panic
What the fuck did you think was gonna happen?
You put a bomb in the bottom floor of a government facility
Now reality hits you, testing your moral agility
Listen, by now you should be like six hours away
Find a cheap hotel, rest and hold your thoughts at bay
See, you're not just on the run from people in general
But also from yourself, stealth you must be from your mental
Tomorrow's a big day, you gotta cross the border
Hide out in Mexico for three months and no shorter
Keep tabs on the progress of the investigation
The news broadcasts but now they've blamed it on the Arab Nation
Things'll die down soon, you'll be in the clear
Three months becomes six months, six becomes a year
People's attention turn to more important things
Congratulations, you have been successful

Let's retrack our steps and look deeper into the mission
The bomb was just a song, a foundation, nothin' was missin'
It could blow up, no fingerprints, 'cause the fans and the media
Tried to dig through your past and try to prove that you're fake
The government building is the club and the DJ's are the detectives
Inspectin' your shit to see if it's a record they wanna be reppin'
The escape is how not to let all the shit go to your head
The janitor that you killed was another MC instead
But you didn't use a gun, your song was just hotter than his
And the tracks are the people that died when the bomb was detonated

There's a bomb in your city, in your town
Duck down, it's gonna blow any minute now
Chi-Pow! Gather the info and the know-how
Follow the plan close so you don't go down
There's a bomb in your city, in your town
Duck down, it's gonna blow any minute now
Chi-Pow! Gather the info and the know-how
Follow the plan close so you don't go down

Hey Mom, hey Dad, I'm home
Look, Hunny, it's our little mistake!
Come give mommie a hug, but be careful, I'm on the rag!
Mmm, cherry slushies for everyone!
Haha, how was your day?*

For starters it sucked ass 'cause my boss is a dickhead
God handed out sticks and gave me the shit-end
Ridden with hoes, no kiddin' like one's spittin'
Got two right on my neck, three blister and on my dick-end
Clock tickin', sickin' and stickin' these rhymes inside of a beat
When really nobody's listen
White trash, Johnny No-Cash
Tried to sell weed but thugs slapped me and took my stash

*Son, what's with the shitface?
Golly fuck, Dad, heroin prices are through the roof
and my allowance just won't cut it anymore. I'm jonesin' for a hit!
Try whorin' your body, like Mom does!*

The local outcast with a rash on my inner thigh
Tryin' to outrun these bitches who all want me to die
Waitin' for some rappers to die so maybe I can get a chance
Without a song about makin' bitches dance
I hope all the clubs close
'Cause so many assholes trapped in one building
Should burn like great white shows
And all our hope is to pose a threat
Try to change what rap music hopes and I forget

The sitcom ain't real, what it's about
Money's for gangstas not high school dropouts
My life never resembled an episode of Full House
You stay stuck in this town you'll scream 'til your lungs come out
The sitcom ain't real, what it's about
Money's for gangstas not high school dropouts
I get so frustrated the vein in my forehead pops out
I'm more dead than dead people buried and forgotten about

*Dad? I need to borrow $300
$300? What for, son?
Well, I got Jenny knocked up again!
Son, did I ever tell you about your mother and the wire-hanger?*

Clout? Nope, none of that
America hates me like Yasur Arafat
You fuckers remember that
I feel obligated to tell you that in the past
Oh yes, I playa-hated
Now shit is different, now I'm playa-jaded
Most of these so called MCs is overrated and outdated
New dawn, and it's a red one
The only good rapper to me is a dead one

*Golly, Dad, is it ever O.K. to hit a woman?
Son, in my day, it wasn't right to hit a woman.
But now that equal rights have been established, you wallop that cunt!
And kick her while she's down!*

Nah, I'm just fuckin' around, I know I sound bitter
I grew up in a town where white kids say "What up, nigga?"
When they all wanna be, it's ironic to me that that's what I get called
Just 'cause I wanna jump up on a beat
So fuck all you assholes, past present and future
Hope a young thug fires at me, misses and shoots ya
I wouldn't lie, man, I tell the truth to ya
There's no tellin' what this fuckin' town'll do to ya

The sitcom ain't real, what it's about
Money's for gangstas not high school dropouts
My life never resembled an episode of Full House
You stay stuck in this town you'll scream 'til your lungs come out
The sitcom ain't real, what it's about
Money's for gangstas not high school dropouts
I get so frustrated the vein in my forehead pops out
I'm more dead than dead people buried and forgotten about

Most of you assholes all think you gangstas
99% of you's are fuckin' fake, ain't ya's?
That's why I hate ya's
Verbal Heaven's gate knock a fuckin' hole in my head, insert a metal plate
I feel empty, kinda plastic
When this shit drops I'ma get my fuckin' ass kicked
But that's O.K. with me, I'd die for the cause
'Cause my only purpose in life is to fuck with ya'lls
I hate your fuckin' guts 'cause my record got bumped back
You went double-platinum, I went double-hubcap
A rugrat, you'd be pissed too suckin' a freshly dubbed track
What the fuck would you do?

*Gee whillikers Dad, does it ever get any easier?
Son, if there's one thing I've learned it's this:
We're all gonna live and die in this shitty, shitty town* (He's right)

And the funny thing is, he is right. I bid you farewell
from Shit Town, America, folks. Get home safe,
ladies and gentlemen. Hold your girlfriends tight,
and pretend not to notice their mouths taste like your best friends dick.
'Cause in the end you're just a small town piece of shit. Smile!
Until next time folks, it's Weerd Science. Fuck off.

What's up everybody, can I come in?
Why, thank you, sure is good to see you here.

Check it out.

My life in general is just a joke
But it's simple, cracka, broke
Everyone of these stupid fucking lyrics I wrote
In my notebook, put a gun to my head, that's all folks
Look, that's all it took, easy as pie
American dream, take a slice, Americans lie
Americans die every day, American mothers askin
American God, why? american lo-fi

Gimme a high five
And it ain't easy to make change so I don't try
Home aint the same since I left so the death I
Gotta maintain a constant push
I live inside the outside
In through the out door
I find I get by
Whatever works hurts but still with best time left
I spit with acid breath
You muthafuckas best check who you laughin' with

Me, i'm a little bit different than you
Test tubes, methods that I was conceived through
Kill off your one time self for better or worse
Designed to hate, born to lose

Me, i'm a little bit different than you
Test tubes, methods that I was conceived through
Kill off your one time self for better or worse
Designed to hate, born to lose

Now don't expect any respect unless you willin to accept
The simple fact you inept, you lack depth
Your lyrics are rated from whack to whackest
The blacklist: your whole record
Run and practice and hone you craft
Cause as far as i'm concerned, you gonna need skills to pass
You're an asshole
Pissin on your headphones
Shittin on your ball
Grab your mic, c'mon lets go uh

Battle to rattle your nerves and shatter your fuckin skull
My mother told me not to make fun of the slow
But I can't stop until i'm done
I can't never escape the city I come from
See dum dum, someone once told me that I was sent here to planet earth
To claim as my turf
And stick a flag in the dirt
Just one of the many perks you can use when you outta this world
And trouble stirs now

Me, i'm a little bit different than you
Test tubes, methods that I was conceived through
Kill off your one time self for better or worse
Designed to hate, born to lose

Me, i'm a little bit different than you
Test tubes, methods that I was conceived through
Kill off your one time self for better or worse
Designed to hate, born to lose

Now when you flirt with the deconstruction
Your whole function'll shut down
Endzone, touchdown, endgame, game over
Rollover, no more a' you
Pistol holder should pull the pistol of who's controllin you
Methods and lessons intertwined in my sentences
Lettin this ugly head right here behind all the messages
To all my successors, excess it cuts like scissors
But all the greatest in life since
I wish you all the best wishes
Computer gliches in stiches for shit about
Money and bitches
Hugs and kisses from my friends momma's who are gonna miss him
Listen the dead have risen this cat-aclysm is cataclysmic
Apocalyptic cryptic the way I grab my mic and rip it
And stick it right up your septic and let it fuckin fester
And eat away at your heartbeat and never regret it

I've been cornfed, i'm born and bred
For the revolution ahead
And I won't stop till i'm dead (mutha)

Me, i'm a little bit different than you
Test tubes, methods that I was conceived through
Kill off your one time self for better or worse
Designed to hate, born to lose

Me, i'm a little bit different than you
Test tubes, methods that I was conceived through
Kill off your one time self for better or worse
Designed to hate, born to lose