Sick Sad World

[Verse 1] Got a fistful of dreams Trying to trade that for a fistful of cream Pause, cash rules every little thing Wu-Tang taught me as a young bitter teen See, now I am a young spitting king If you disagree then come intervene Buzz, I’m going through your stuff I work real hard I can never do enough Doom 95, I Duke Nukem up Was a mutant in the sewer as a teen screwing up Now we’re doing us, looking the through the past Had a long night now the lights luminous Squintin', I'm the rhyming Tim Winton All the fit women like what I’m spittin' They say it's great, thinking it's Britain I kill every track don’t think it's different [Hook] I won’t give you no instructions for your bottoms, see I fear That you don’t know how to shake it yet you know the Macarena And the Nutbush is your thing but arse-shaking you don’t need to Just quit leaning on the wall like the fucking Tower of Pisa [Verse 2] Aha, you know my Steelo I goes in like a Steve Nash freethrow He’s that kid always talking about weed smoke No Ls make Elmo to an emo See those girls so I tell them G.O Push your tushy like a fatty with a remote We know nothing about saving the whole world I make songs, don’t call me no hero Oh well, I’ll be that if you need though Girls say I’m like a less hot Leo Dad says I’m just like a less smart him Retards say I’m like a less smart them Maybe cause I smoke those fresh gardens And excuse my French, I mean I beg pardon You escargot you taste excellent Trying to wee on me, better guess again (Hey hey hey) [Verse 3] In a dream that never ends I don’t give a F, my Fs for friends I'm Tom, so why am I in Special Ed Cause all my assignments say F in red But fortune favors all the hairless heads Never did shit for the hesitant I never did shit but go on MSN Hitting on girls I wouldn't ever get Hey babe, yeah back in my heyday I would say hey they’d be all like hey wait Got to go way late, trying to be Ray J Now I get way laid out of my pay grade Everything grade A back in like grade 8 I was on play dates blowing my mayonnaise Eat my shorts, young El Barto Rap for peanuts so you get nutso Let's go [Hook] [Verse 4] Man, fuck you all I got it on lock like a bathroom stall Woah, funny how much you talk But you're missing bits out like 1, 2, 4 Lol, quit climbing my lolcano Before I spaz out drinking old draino My head spins round like a tornado And my eyes roll back in a full K.O That's Allday, better check his pulse, ay bro I'm already in heaven with a gold halo Got pretty hair like Samson man But my strength is in my handgun man Damn, every song's an anthem man Diet of Oreos and Jameson Bickies and whisky, that's sickly How long could I really be living [Hook]