No mental defects got a little sass,
Bout to rake you up like freshly cut grass.
Please step back now, I can’t stand ya,
I’m going ape shit, kung fu panda.
Try to live free from these outside chains,
Have no successes leave skeletal remains.
Shooting like a cowboy, yeah you the one,
Act hard cause you can shoot a gun, son.
I’m living life, feels good like ahh,
Two people short from a ménage trois,
Strictly vegetarian or an herb grazer,
Coming from the band Burly Quasar.
I’m not a beat poet but I’m poetic over beats,
Kerouac ---, the king of the beats.
Corduroy Phoenix, hands numb from the drum,
Meditate for hours straight, he’s pure Dharma Bum.
Kamikaze crazy with opposable thumbs,
Ludicrously lazy when the time has come.
Gone mad with power cause you got a bomb,
Justified your murder by reciting a psalm.
Even though you don’t believe the Origin Of Species
You sure look like a monkey with that hand full of feces.
This simian simile has gotten out of its cage,
It is time A. Tel to swing around the stage.
Something is making me feel offbeat,
But everything is fine, so what could it be?
Maybe it's the Dufe, calling me out.
Turbs can't sing and play, what the fuck is that about?
It's been two years that Burly's been together,
I need a change of pace, a change of weather.
It's not you guys, honestly.
I've got a fucked up head that's incurably,
On the verge of breaking down constantly.
My life should be fine, actually.
Get frustrated and end up sighing,
Like Lil' Wayne, I feel like dying.
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