Postcard

Intro:

You funny little people, I wonder why it is you always hate me so at first, how couldn't they hunt you, get the best of care, and never let you get too raw, too cold, too hungry, and too tired, they've been grateful, think, no daily grind, no budget problems, no taxes of debts of families to support, I see through everything, and it's never dull!

Once upon a trail, once upon a time, yeah, yeah, blood plan, Raw Church, monster bong hit, eyeball, human cactus, apple sauce

Verse:

Yo, I'm surpassin' deep, I'm H.P. Lovecraft paralysis after sleep
These fuckin' kids (hahaha), they got werewolf huntin' kits to battle me
I wrote this postcard from the edge of the tap [?]!
On this acid sheet who I work with stop askin' me, they all trash to me (Why, man?)
I'm faced in the corner, dunce cap in heat, if they all gonna laugh at me
Phobic, in a narrow space, I been donatin' blood to Aloeight (Peace!)
Shit's bugged like Cab Calloway (uhh?), fuck a video
I'm pretty gross, I'm a shitty host
I think human deformities are pretty though
Flows are sharper than a psychedelic cactus' prickly coat
I throw a chair at a fan (fuck outta here!), faster than a skinhead on Arsenio
Carcinogen lover, huffin' the city smoke
New York is more like a little country than a city, yo
Sad clown grin, flossin' out like Native scoutin'
I wig off the top like scalpings!

Outro:

You sleep away the long boring hours of your jobs and when I take you out to wake you it's only to have fun, to enjoy some new treat I thought up for you