The Troglodyte Wins

I should just (get up) And treat these itchy bedsores (get up) to making my indie-cred soar My witty thread bores your kiddy pool party This self-absorbed crowd is dull and foolhardy (get up) to face that’s like a homepage (get up) in a day as long as a stone age I’m a quadruped pulling your dogsled Yet in my mind we are all dead I’m always telling them to (get up) But they stand-by like bystanders until I (get down) They’re camera-shy giant pandas and when they (get up) They can’t comply to my standards especially when I (get down) They’re camera-shy giant pandas… Your retro hair band’s gonna blow up Cuz gay is the new black And when you stray LA won’t take you back I’m supposed to spearhead this Christian rap record And not the musings of a winded fact-checker So I feel about an inch tall And I got pre-teens to enthrall So I pimp all the cost shares, install the software But still I feel like my back is against the wall I’m always telling them to (get up) But they stand-by like bystanders until I (get down) They’re camera-shy giant pandas and when they (get up) They can’t comply to my standards especially when I (get down) They’re camera-shy giant pandas… You can ward off U.S. wars By fingering warped fret boards See we exploit our talents so we can raise kids Like my homie Trey, he’s the poor women’s Taye Diggs But when it comes to love I stain the bedding Catching bouquets at the wedding But this don’t go hand and hand with your Volkswagon van Because you voted in a defrosted Cro-Magnon man The Troglodyte wins Because you voted in a defrosted Cro-Magnon man The Troglodyte wins Because you voted in a defrosted Cro-Magnon man … We don’t believe in you