Idiot Box

[Verse 1: Stik Figa] After a word from a sponsor, watch us make a monster Lights, camera, action, read the teleprompter On to the next, tragic filled catastrophe A natural disaster of the homicide you had to see And as they weave the story, and help ya disconnect Cuz it's told to you by guys in suit and ties behind a desk They makin' entertainment outta everybody's stress So much mal downtown Kansas City off the spec' You never had to step your pretty shoes on the block So I'll pretend you care about the news that you watch Havin' conversation about whose gettin' shot Just be glad it's not you that's pursued by the cops Your five story house with your immigrant maid You only likes to hurt cuz she doesn't get in the way You ain't driven by where the indigants? stay Just turn to Super Nanny, teach your kids to behave [Hook x2: Stik Figa] The idiot box, the idiot box We sit and we watch this dang idiot box The idiot box, the idiot box The idiot box, we need to turn that off [Verse 2: Godemis] No matter how you see it, ain't no I in me that They starin' at me like I was Miley Cyrus' back But if I do a fat track, channels by the Comcast Then I can catch the result and most recent bomb blast Whatever I don't catch, I'm damn sure to TiVo Couch potato, sofa potato, don't eat no Considerin' I'm rappin' in BluRay The new Ces Cru reality show is airin' this Tuesday Another idiot box is where they found Hussein So what I watch re-runs, I'm wonderin' whose sane I lose weeks to it, I fall asleep to it Get swill, pass out in front of it, sleep through it A new flat idiot box is hard to find The signal will be dead by 2009 though Still keep in mind, they keepin' yo state of mind On some buy this here, that though, outta yo mind [Verse 3: UBI] Now all I need is HD tv with DVD Picture and picture on three screens A clicker for each First screen the Chiefs' kicker Second screen, Royals' relief pitcher Third screen, Denise Richards Fake punt, shotgun, and a flee flicker A long bomb dropped, ya'll play on man While Denise fidd'n to lay on sand Photo-shoot, ass naked in the shower gettin' sprayin' tan Pullin' me in it's suckin' my brain, I can't refrain From oglin' what's his name, warmin' up in the bullpen The Royals' never win, any way this is bull shit I'd rather watch Denise babble on with her full lips As I watch the screen, my eyes locked I lean in and listen, like I'm lost in dream It's that drug that I need, for the box I fiend It's keeps my brain washed for me like oxyclean I need the.. [Hook x2]