Wolfmother Wallpaper

[Verse 1: Open Mike Eagle] This is the room with the Wolfmother wallpaper You can lick the wounds cause it's all flavored All labor can resume cause we're all makers All [?] get consumed by a six-foot mushroom Working with the broom for the dust mice Doing the tough guy skin from a rough night I feel you thinking on some, "I don't give a fuck, Mike" But this is what you wanted to see This is the room with the Wolfmother wallpaper Where I drink Blue Moon from the salt shaker Tallest wall Fraser was on a fault line But I ain't afraid to shake it cause it's all mine You at the precipice, and if you tryna sink the rest of it I'll show you [water/what I?], tell you where the question is Can you hear that all the childhood excrement Stand next to it and respect it, sit You say you don't care if the air isn't decent But there's a door there for a reason And it's worse than the first floor And after this you can't say you weren't warned And even if you find what you search for Caught between a nigger and a wizard in a turf war In a small room hotter than the Earth's core It might cost you your arm or your first born And we both know you really can't afford it So then you gotta deal with the feeling And leave it with something that you know is important Without leaving a thing in return