King Ugly

Verse 1:
Sound man, turn me up in the monitors
First things first, though, peace to anonymous
King of the uglies here to beat the Adonises
Like who crucified you and made you the god of us

Slow down, Soul, now please, keep it positive
We just want to give away a dream and a scholarship
Please, what a pile of shit, no matter how you polish it
Just to flip a fucking burger he needs a doctorate

If he only has a bachelor’s
He can intern while he works up to a spatula
Actually, I’m exaggerating but ain’t it bad enough
When you’re packing a mac just to get the cash for that Acura

Out your
Mind if you think you can fly away on
Falcor
There ain’t a place you can hide cause they will
Outsource
Anything you’re willing to buy unless your mission in life
Ain’t just about yours

Hook:
I’m waiting for the one day
When I can take the subway
And never think of jumping down
Across town is the gunplay
A father where his son lay
I want to leave this country now

Verse 2:
Pack it up, pack it in
If we’re gonna ever last
Separate your head and ass
From the packaging
What you here to find? The path or the pathogen?
I'm the x factor that you neglected to factor in

I could be the last man standing with a missing limb
I promise I’mma keep fighting like Pacific Rim
But a rapper dissing me, I ain’t dissing him
I got problems like why my mama’s been getting thin

You don’t read, so tweet and it weep
While the world keeps turning like Jesus’ cheek
And too bad if you're that Keebler that’s sleeping
Inside of the next tree the beavers’ll eat

Call Mr. Martin
He can't stop grieving
‘Cause they picked a mad man
Above a boy not breathing

[Hook Repeats]

All the good will in the world ain’t gonna pick me up
Off the bathroom floor and save me