Ｔｒａｖｅｌ Ａｇｅｎｃｙ 〔 ǝɹǝɥ ʇnq ǝɹǝɥʍʎuɐ 〕

[Intro]
You are a fart factory
Slug slime, sack of rat guts, dunked in cat vomit
Cheesy scab, picked pimple squeezing finger bandage
A week old maggot burger with everything on it
And flies on the side
Ewwww
You two toned, zebra headed, slime-coated, pimple farming Paramecium brain, munching on your own mucus
Suffering from Peter Pan envy!

[Verse]
Deliver my first verse, deserved a hearse
Because I killed this
Curse, burst, got you begging for a nurse
I can't rob the till or pill or worse
I'm immerse with diverse
Laced up like my Converse
Ready to quench your thirst
Going head first
MAC-11, lyric disperse
I've never been rehearsed
Better than Hugh, even at my worst
Spit descriptions back in reverse
I got you swearin' that I'm cursed
I'm the new wave
Mamma will you learn
When you gonna make us some
Papa, wait your turn
A bunch of savages
A bunch of Peter Pan's who lost their mind through atlases
So they would never be a man
Never return to Neverland like Michael
Yeah, comes down to survival
As when you will see me reaching over bibles for a rifle
Posture up like Eiffel
Return a fuckin' eye full
Drive before [?]
I am way too prideful

[Outro]
What's a paramecium mean?
I'll tell you what a paramecium is
That's a paramecium
Its a one cell filled critter with no brain
That can't fly

Two hundred dollar bottle of champagne like me
Just you pour that mother fucker down the drain like me
Would you
Two hundred dollar bottle of champagne like me
Just you pour that mother fucker down the drain like me
Would you
Two hundred dollar bottle of champagne like me
Just you pour that mother fucker down the drain like me
Would you