Blanc-Bec

Punk ass rapper I am, misanthrope No pants, tied to a tree with a skippin' rope King of the bums, rose in my teeth Laughing unhappy, I've chosen my grief I'm a skin-flint infant, destroyer enjoyable Neatly folded up and completely unemployable Twice bitten, washed up, bored stiff and burned out Can't wait to see how the photos turned out Unwanted mongrel, dying flowers and stolen cars Can't remember my dreams, living on granola bars Blood in the toilet bowl, brains in the frying pan I am iron man Comin' to get'cha with a stain on my shirt With all of my agony, pain and the hurt A face like the walls and the ceiling is neutral You dislike me and the feeling is mutual Skeleton on fire, ridin' a motorcycle Skeleton on fire, ridin' a motorcycle Skeleton on fire, ridin' a motorcycle Skeleton on fire, ridin' a motorcycle I am the cancer, the answer to all your curses Debaser, speling the ruin of universes So-called art never sells like this Throws like a girl and smells like piss Sour puss, lone wolf, growth stunted Coming undone and running with the hunted Allergic to conformity, full of shit all the same Unintelligable, eligible for the ball and chain, hall of fame Skeleton on fire, ridin' a motorcycle Skeleton on fire, ridin' a motorcycle Skeleton on fire, ridin' a motorcycle Skeleton on fire, ridin' a motorcycle Auto-sodomite, the ultimate nuisance Offering my unwanted junk and my two cents Mr. Know-It-All, empty with hatred Piss on your parade, nothing is sacred No friends, no ends, no God or homeland Uncommon denominator, abominable snowman Voted least likely, don't even approach The coach, the one that put the cock in cockroach Skeleton on fire, ridin' a motorcycle Skeleton on fire, ridin' a motorcycle Skeleton on fire, ridin' a motorcycle Skeleton on fire, ridin' a motorcycle