Blahworld

I turned out
I burned out
Lacking plans
I don't wanna go out
I don't wanna dance

Two whacked out dudes walk into a bar
You might mistake us for the funky retards

But we ain't never heard of your whack ass
Go home
What the fuck is that?
What the fuck is you doing?
Going with the motion only got you so far
Look at yourself, what you think, you're a rockstar?

Nah, man
I'm just tryna sip on shit
I think I got a shoulder
(A shoulder with what?)
With some kind of chip
Always gotta crack a bottle
Please don't threaten me
I'll spit some fucked up shit
Maybe the ladies need therapy
Nah
I row my boat gently

You know me!
Still walking round town with the oz
You know me!
Dirty blue jeans and a throwback short sleeve
[?]
Same old me!
If you know, you better pay attention closely

Pardon me
You got a dirty clam
I got a dirty jam
You can hardly tell
Really rock it well
If you really rockin' well

Face the facts, Jack
Everybody's getting the backhand
The flash dance
Who put baby in the trash can?
Mexican-American, expand like accordions
Audience, born weird again
Freudian slips
Mommy, mommy, rub on some tits
Catch drifts
Little little sinner
We'll get cookies after dinner
And won't say shit when you're in her

Shoot dirty looks
And we ain't read your book
We ain't coming to your pow wow
When I ask your friends about you
They say WHO like a owl
Fake smiles, so we hit her with the scowl

Blahsum from the thirteen mile isle
Catch a body out the rye and stacked into my pile
Like how you gonna call me a dick head
With the same mouth you suck dick with?

You know me!
Still walking round town with the oz
You know me!
Dirty blue jeans and a throwback short sleeve
[?]
Same old me!
If you know, you better pay attention closely

Don't get too close, you might get burned
If you wanna live, you motherfuckers better learn
I heard you ain't worth the dirt on your shirt
You wanna fly like a bird or squirm like a worm?

Gabba gabba gum flap
[?]
Cowabunga
What's that?
The coke make that black jack
21 guns clap
You can go and run that backpack
(I love you, cause I was you, but now...)
I'm a run the dealer
How can I make this any clearer?

I ain't a man
I'm a subhuman super ape
So what you gonna say?
Damn right, I'm a loser, babe
I got a problem I can't communicate
I say, my outsides are rotting, my insides are pink
Yo, where you at?
Somewhere south of [?] I think

Ma, put your tits away
We ain't gotta do that today
Nah, nah, nah
Ma, put your tits away
We ain't gotta do that today