[intro] [spoken in a biting petty voice] Oh HE doesnt look good (He needs to shave and bathe more often] He Should want more (Does want nothing?) You know HE sleeps on the floor (With a dog right? I heard that) Tisk (tisk) tisk (tisk) tisk (tisk) Soooooooo full of judgements Your tongue clicks bitches but you make no sense Stuck in the scents of chicken shit Witless wish your self righteousness Were a status symbol come gratis Instead of up from the dreggs Dropping shit wishing for eggs No wonder youre a less Err of too evils- objectivity the glass ceiling Surrealisticly escaping thee Weeping at wailing walls Seething where all that remains ash Confuses coma with comma Blame Obama Who boasted “we can” When its pretty clear we cant So mam, man, tom, dick, sam? Dianne? Slam someone who gives a damn About your abstract schematics To be worthy to attain happiness “The best way to get more of what you want, Like Ashley said, is to Is toooooooo want less” I mean would you suggest happiness Is a specific style or place pace taste or out there some place? If they arent all nays then my friend allota dark unhappy days Will be yours in the end coz Happiness happens within Beneath the skin Grime squalor and dirt dont mean dick When beneath may hide enlightenment Or not But cast blots of thoughts that talk Of knowing another’s part place and play Is just your ignorance blissfully on display Dont put your shitty trip on my shade Just coz you choose a different way Children Pay to play or p k to prey pick a joie d’vivre But keep it in your yard S’not hard oh Lawd listen to the hen clucks If yer sick and give two fucks This is the sorta shit they shuck They go: [spoken in a snarky manner] HE cant be happy like that (dear me) How could he be with how little he makes annually (Obviously not his best life) He passes time Throwing knives (Waste of a life) I KNOW he has such potential (I will pray for his soul) [chorus] Tsk (tsk) tsk (tsk) tsk (tsk) tsk oooooops Listen to the hen clucks in the chicken coop Tsk (tsk) tsk (tsk) tsk (tsk) tsk oooooops Mothercluckers malforming misled dupes Tsk (tsk) tsk (tsk) tsk (tsk) tsk oooooops Talking trash to the troops of rubes Dont be rude Surrealisticly escaping thee Weeping at wailing walls Seething where all that remains ash Confuses coma with comma Blame Obama Who boasted “ we can” When its pretty clear we cant So mam, man, tom, dick, sam? Dianne? Slam someone who gives a damn About your abstract schematics To be worthy to attain happiness “ The best way to get more of what you want, Like Ashley said, is to Is toooooooo want less” I mean would you suggest happiness Is a specific style or place pace taste or out there some place? If they arent all nays then my friend allota dark unhappy days Will be yours in the end coz Happiness happens within Beneath the skin Grime squalor and dirt dont mean dick When beneath may hide enlightenment Or not But cast blots of thoughts that talk Of knowing another’ s part place and play Is just your ignorance blissfully on display Dont put your shitty trip on my shade Just coz you choose a different way Children Pay to play or p k to prey pick a joie d’ vivre But keep it in your yard S’ not hard oh Lawd listen to the hen clucks If yer sick and give two fucks This is the sorta shit they shuck They go: [spoken in a snarky manner] HE cant be happy like that ( dear me) How could he be with how little he makes annually ( Obviously not his best life) He passes time Throwing knives ( Waste of a life) I KNOW he has such potential ( I will pray for his soul) [chorus] Tsk ( tsk) tsk ( tsk) tsk ( tsk) tsk oooooops Listen to the hen clucks in the chicken coop Tsk ( tsk) tsk ( tsk) tsk ( tsk) tsk oooooops Mothercluckers malforming misled dupes Tsk ( tsk) tsk ( tsk) tsk ( tsk) tsk oooooops Talking trash to the troops of rubes Dont be rude Mothercluckers malforming misled dupes Talking trash to the troops of rubes Dont be rude
