Creative Differences

"You know guy's like us don't often get a chance to talk to each other"

[Verse 1:]

I'll still punch you in the face on some meet me in the park shit
I don't trust a woman or a man, dark or partless <--(?)
Recycled garbage on the radio that has no soul
Makes me question American people as a whole
So tell me what you watch and listen to
I'll tell you why you're broke, overweight, dumb and have no principals
Call me cynical, but why should I trust a soul
When I ain't never seen a soul, I will not be controlled
That's why I ended a three and a half year long relationship
Some people need to be loved, I fucking hated it
Listening to her complain, like I gave a shit
'You need to get a better job', bitch you babysit
That shit made me sick, so I cured myself
It's not selfish, it's self preservation, I insured my health
And if you don't like me cursing, you can suck my dick
I'm a rebel, when they say jump, I sit

"Hi honey."
"What's for supper?"
"Guess."
"Uh c'mon."

[Verse 2:]

Yeah right, I ain't fucking with the married life
So I can come home from work to my fat angry wife
The fact is I can't stand work and hate kids
I love my folks but I don't want to end up like they did
Over 50 working shitty jobs they both hate
My father drives a piece of shit car with no brakes
The American dream sounds like a nightmare
All is fair in love and war, but I don't fight fair
The white hairs on my head are signs of stress
'Cause I've been searching for an exit and I can't find it yet
The walls are closing in on me and I'm getting close the 30
So hearing stories about your stupid kids don't concern me
These girls used to talk about me like 'oh I love him'
Now they're posing for Facebook pics with their cross eyed husbands
And ugly kids being raised by fucking morons
I got more meaning in a tattoo across my forearm

"He was wondering what yous was gonna talk about."
"That's right, we're all alike."
"What'd you mean by that?"

[Verse 3:]

No were not all alike, we're pretty far from it
I'm only aiming at the sky to watch a star plummet
I tossed your favorite cds in trash receptacles
And view your idles as busted bitches and homosexuals
You're all a bunch of vegetables and fruits to me
And I'm talking about you if you're offended by my scrutiny
I'm what Caster <--(?) used to be when Jay was here
And you mothafuckas are Batista to make it clear
The 26th of July movement, it happened again
And it will happen if they make raising taxes a trend
I don't have to pretend to be something I'm not
I'm a savage animal that drinks and fucks with the cops
But what have you accomplished, and where's your acalaids
At least I can say I opened up for Wu Tang in my rapping days
Second stage at Rock the Bells without a manager
Or a record deal, just respect for the vernacular

"Are you serious. You're really serious. Haha, for Christ sake kid, what are you drinking? Give this guy a drink."