Engelbert Humperdinck

[Verse: Term K]
They said describe my rivals with a single word: underling
What you think?
I can't see you swing from your puppet strings?
A couple drinks in me
Glazed eyes, we stay fly like a lesbian seagull
Engelbert Humperdinck
Leave my signature in blood between your brow and your hairline
Fist bump then bounce to the square ride out
On top of shit, y'all incompetent
"Lean with it rock wit' it", please put a sock in it
Greasing the palms with a finski, I'm awfully skimpy
Just spit in my food dog, I tip cheap
Keep the coal, we be leaving speakers blown
When we creeping on what we creeping on
A chorus gone bombs over Baghdad, oh baloney
I support the cause, hashtag Joseph Kony
No shit, one time for the Wolf's Head
Scroll and keys, skull and bones cronies with no cojones
Hold the phone, it's the thorn in your side
Scorned and despised by the lord in the skies
I'm a stoner and a hippy who's known for getting lippy
Popeye want the spinach, hold the chicken crispy
You know what? Let me get the chicken crispy and a Mr. Pibb
Use a swizzle stick to mix the whiskey
I'm pretty tipsy, it's time to face an audience
Fuck slurred words Term'll chase 'em out this bitch
Take a bow, get hit with tomatoes
A sight unseen atheist lighting trees and spinning dreidles
Break fast, what a mashugana putz
Tried to walk a straight path but couldn't adjust
The lobotomized philosopher sodomizing commoners
I'm a fount of knowledge, watch the geyser burst
Germ free, Term sure to warsh up
And get his hands dirty when he's thirsty for more blood
They say I mumble, dumb luck, staying humble
'Til the day comes these mufuckas pay him double
I take an odd job and do it shoddy
Shit who gon' stop me?
Not the mod squad or the Illuminati
We mean business, no cheap gimmicks
Just flea ridden sleaze steez in the beat kitchen
Free written spit, y'all stem and seed picking
We sit and chief piff till we ski lifted bitch
Braggadocio, I fucking rock
Do you plan to vote for anti-social or Uncle Tom?
I'm so handsome, shit that's what my mommy says
Cro-Magnon, shit that's fucking obvious
'Cause I growl and fling poo with my hands
Draw the Vitruvian Man with loose leaf and crayon
Hot as a pot of pea soup
Done shot the breeze with Dr. Michio Kaku on top of the Machu Picchu
It's hard to hear you, rappers sound like R2D2
Fuck nodding to the beat, I gotta stop and regroup
Oh you wrote a blog? Can't rely on that
If you're born a dog you can't just die a cat
Read the Riot Act, teary eyes and a pale face
I'm chopping gangsta rails on the periodic table
I gotta be stopped, pff, probably not
Order a round of shots and a wobbly pop
I'm 'bout to drop

It's so eeeeeaaaaasy
Beach Squad, coming out with a Dro EP
Fucking suck a dick and stuff, dawg