Dishes

[Verse 1: Open Mike Eagle]
You just uh, you know, but me
I'm just washing dishes
You know, busting suds
That's what a house husband does
With or without an industry buzz
There's no forks left
And I contemplated eating with some forceps
I wish I had a corvette like a killer rapper
Cause rap fables end happily iller after
They're all still a bachelor with gorilla stature
And there's no rats' head code to liver cancer
No clogged drains or broken dog chains
No fog, rain or blacked out ball games
I waited all day 'til the time was right
I let the sun fade, not when it's shining bright

[Verse 2: Open Mike Eagle]
Picked out a beat for a song I would write tonight
And start with a teaspoon or a tiny knife
And then it's dynamite, instant daydreaming
Different time, different day, different place even
I hope Aesa never gets into paste eating
He's from a very old race full of space heathens
But now it's late evening, I'm still busting suds
That's what a house husband does
With pans full of Mississippi mud
And other crud that just won't budge
And maybe I should just grow bud
Or rap wearing disco duds
Anything to get more buzz
Rent an old Volkswagen bug
Spray paint it gold and try to follow Slug on tour
A million ideas but I'm so unsure
If I could only bubble like the soap suds
Then I would've blown up an any given malady with no known cure

[Verse 3: Open Mike Eagle]
If 50 is a millionaire
I wonder if he ever runs out of silverware
Big acts fade away like Silverchair
Broke rappers go nuts and join the militar-y
Somewhere gorilla bear sneaks
Making mixtape cuts over Dilla snares tweaked, but me
I'm just washing dishes, I got wet sleeves
Don't make dishes while I'm scrubbing, that's a pet peeve
(I really, really hate that) But me, I'm just washing dishes
Trying to help around the house more
Making income instead of out-pour
Enough about my shit, let's talk about yours
Let's talk about yours
(Yea, uh, we done)

[Outro: Alpha MC]
Yo man, this the Alph-Boss, man
Alpha MC, Swim Team rapper/producer
But you know if you doin' this music independent shit
You gotta have a day job, you knowmsayin'?
Me, personally, I ship hula hoops, all around the world
It's a new fitness trend, you knowmsayin'?
We got one pound, two pound hula hoops
Decorated with glittery tape, you knowmsayin'?
We ship 'em all around the world
Just yesterday, I shipped two hundred hoops to Iraq