Matchstick Men

[Alec] We the Matchstick Men, me and Viva love the classics We kick a flash flood, rhythm tripping on some acid Hit the studio, then the blunt, skipping classes All the hipsters laughing at us, man they look like UMass kids Well if they are white, male, and privileged then I bet you that's them Black beats of a black Red Sox flat brim Xbox, Assassin's Creed, got it mastered Dorm room state of mind, bastard I feel my iPhone buzzing, ironic cause I'm in class Buzzing hard off the Adderall and fresh cut grass Probably thought I'd keep my mouth shut, mother fuck that A hipster talks shit and I'm jizzing on his mustache Hit the rhythm like a joint: puff, pass We shaking up the community like a varsity bus crash Drop the beat, call it artsy, they'll love that Spoken word poetry, Now everybody loves rap [Viva] I'm low income never fucking judge that My style never should have happened like a touchback Now I'm getting on the track Pissing people off by the masses I'm here to bring the fun back (do it) I'm a casual genius when it comes to rap And I got a magical penis, in fact Every time I get some licky-licky on my nut sack A unicorn is born and J. K. Rowling gets a dick in her butt-crack I hit the track fast On a bag of grass Jacking off into my coffee Using it as substitute half and half I find the chick with the flattest ass Only eat her out if her vagina has its own habitat So quit yapping that "Palin's gonna happen" crap Puff and pass it back it ain't a fucking acid tab Jesus, just hipsters having laugh attacks DGAF, got the bag of weed out the almanac We in the beat like little boys' asses Its that encore "Yonkers" for you bastards Me and Alec poised the back Sweaty, and some feminists masturbating at a Kids Choice concert Hipsters mad because we don't bring violins We bring violence and the pedophile dicks So hide your child quick Cause if I can't fuck him Then I'm touching myself for acting childish Vivarosa on the Paul Bunyan dick Yeah, it's all fun and shit until Lihi's butthole rips Bitch