For Fuck's Sake

[Verse 1: Edward Scissortounge] I've tried to fathom all the ways in which the world is backwards And tackle the madness with a silver hammer, smash it out But the trouble is that my discoveries are so fucked and ugly That I sprint away faster than the speed off sound Outer city limits hide the secrets of the silent crowd So I'm striding further till the silence is the only sound Our village idiots are playing basket ball with volley-balls And shooting hoops at shabby bottle crates on muddy grounds A microcosm of the fact that life is hyper-rotten Typin' in an office 'bout some bullshit tryna make some cash And looking round at suits and ties and peeps resigned to spending every living day living like rats and burning atlas maps And I fucking hate that people sit and mind their own in packed establishments and feign acknowledgements of swapping facts To the point where I start thinking crazy thoughts along the lines of pulling guns like Columbine and shooting all those fucking twats Man I wished the planets crashed and left a lonely habitat Where peeps could actually decide what happened in their history But shit, the sickest thing is the survivors of the crash would probably inspire me to still embark upon a killing spree My periphery is sick of seeing all these stupid human beings shooting semen 'till the population's super high Man I swear the planet cannot handle all these addicts Soon the sky will vanish into darkness or mankind is paralyzed A sanitized and bubble-wrapped existence where the Hubble tracks the micro-systems of the population living every day And keeping tabs on scallywags like Edward Scissortounge in search for secret code words in the verses that he generates This generation is glued to the television for days A marathon of debauchery that I cannot translate My giant lake's alive in flames A microphone describes the ways that Mister Edward Scissortounge sits on it and procrastinates [Verse 2: Dirty Dike] I daydream pace and escapism baby And maybe it may seem hate didn't change me I rate being lazy and lay about blazing A cloud ridden shade spitting out little grape seeds So women shout if hate me (Hey!) I know I rate being hateful on tapes the ladies But I'm James and I can't really change if you paid me I'll dance in the shame 'till I'm 80 Man fuck it I'd rather shine some floors Than write shit rhymes, lie, try and hide my thoughts You can sit wise rich, fucking ride your horse I've got a shit little bike and a five's a draw This life's a bore and I'm still trynna find peace Highly unlikely Still trynna write deep lines in a beehive We lick and find sweet people behind me Speak if you're lively Verse 3: Jam Baxter] There ain't nothin' like a 9-5 to merk your creative verse The life and times of Jake emerged Where Brighton's bright lights the jade that burns Collate the dirt and arrive in the naked earth, today I live life in a hazy blur Blazed, immersed and chasing a faceless skirt So wait your turn to pray for your savior, sir The flames'll burn for days in your paper church My brain'd burst if it just had the guts to I'd escape the world if I just funds to I'm stuck hittin' undo, undo, undo But 'control-z' never worked like the drugs do Trust who? when your fucking lust has become you Bun you, you haven't go the time anymore Let me fly, set a course to the sky from the floor And I'll soar from this island of violence and war And the warbling sirens prized from the jaws of my former confinement You died to conform them Rise from your morgue as the kids cower, hell-bound [Pilate?] your thoughts to a twin-tower meltdown This is how sweat sounds dripping from a prang fist Swimming in a sandpit Missing his Atlantis That's rich, coming from the head of a Gremlin Man there's too many steps and I'm ever descending