Love Me

[Pigeon John] Oh, they love me or they shove me To me it really don't matter Oh, they're never gonna catch me And if they try to, they're gonna wind up shattered [Verse 1: Heath McNease] Salutations and greetings To all the people listening attentively while I'm bathing and eating If it suits you better you can call it rap-singing But it's really not singing cause it's more like shrieking So let's leave it be and call it forceful speaking Better yet, call it what it is, torture treatment Can't seem to revive the dead horse I'm beating Warning, my recordings will bore you speechless I was born to keep this rap sorta geekish Hearing hordes of people call me dorky frequently I mix metaphors, do it for no reason I'm the one haystack set in a swarm of needles I'm the camel's back that broke the straw When all of y'all dropped your jaws and you gawked in awe Your train of thought was lost and then found broken into I didn't do it, now how can I convince you to [Hook x2] Love me, love me, say that you love me I love you and I pray that you trust me I heart you and I won't stop hearting But it's about time for you to start starting [Verse 2: Pigeon John] Start starting this, start, awww.... It took years of biting and following De La Soul to finally be myself And through all the fake gangsters hollering I remain golden like no one else I mean who's it gonna be, some glossy figurine On the magazines yelling he sell coke? Or some real emcees who got the sense to know The duns yelling are the ones who are a joke So we kick back and laugh up in the lab watching Rap City You've seen one you've seen them all, right? It's very clear they're only doing it for money And it's kinda funny, I'd probably take the same fall twice Cause that dough feels good up in my diesels I can't lie I'm like everybody else But one thing that keeps me original And that one thing is being my gosh darn self, so [Hook x2] [Verse 3: Heath McNease] Call me Norman cause I'm known to rock well With a dance number in this song, hoping for pop sales This is the dance break 1 2 3 4 ladies do it, man that was great Ha, wink wink shoulder shrug, double nudge Playing double dutch while I'm eating double fudge brownies And I'm wearing an apron and I'm making a bundt cake And I, I prefer to refer to it as my Monday Lyrical John Wayne, steering a Hyundai Eternal, infernal, inferno like Dante And I rap over beats first, never rehearse free verse My breath is fresh so I never needs Certs And jealousy lurks, everything you said can be heard I'm not scared, grab a ticket and prepare to be served Prepare for the worst, all I'm gonna do is compliment you Like it or not I'm still gonna get you to [Hook x2]