Cuts like a stomach splice from a butter knife
Girls, whiskey, American history, just another night
Copping soma from the comatose
Loony tunes, blowing holes through broken bones
One flew (flute) over the cuckoos nest electric overdose
Broke (baroque) and stucco coke heads
No coasters like they're grown kids
Rickety rope bridge crossing summer camp in Oakland
Backs of heads are molten cuz your eyes are burning holes in
Looking mulled and malted as we're mulling over moulting
Migrating birds as the time space revolving
Just some voodoo pseudo-intellectual bullshit
Pull pits outta apples like a pastor in a pulpit
Shit gets culled quick
Pull pins out grenades make your face go *EXPLOSION NOISE*
Posterboys for overjoyed broken toys, no Pixar
Just on a dead island reading Tolstoy, so get gone
We're the masters of the head strong, self-effacing mastodons
Gastons, no thats a lie we're fucking twirps that act wrong
Crawling through the cat-calls, rob 2chainz with a cap gun,
Steals his chains and blast off, looking like a laugh line
Cuz the last laughs is always not mine

and i promise that my generation is degenerating
we're just a pun off a root word we can see you while you're waiting
and the flow is down to vapors, just crusaders pulling capers
we're so much cleverer than everything we say is
if anything is sacred its that everything has been said
turn everything on its head, we get it like we give it
library of babel up in this shit
thats what the internet is, so why try
a moment of originality is better than like 9 lives
so fuck your lolcatz, get rich and fade into a cul-de-sac
we bringing back the sullen raps from kids with backpacks
keep my ipad in a knapsack, naw shit now that ain't half bad
could in fact be the coolest shit since the first last laugh
blast raps from a subaru forrester, dog you aint in my genre
get intimate like pilgrims did with cholera, like collard greens
get intimate and call her up she's like can you put the collar on me.