you punk ass rapper, the drums is misanthrope
got no pants on tied to a tree with a skipping rope
king of the bums starting to lose all his teeth
laughing unhappily because ive chosen my grief
im a skinflint infant destroying the enjoyable
neatly folded up but im completely unemployable
twice bitten washed up bored stiff burned out
i cant wait to see how the photographs turned out
unwanted mongrel dying flowers and stolen cars
i cant remember my dreams and ive been livin on granola bars
spit blood in the toilet bowl brains in the frying pan
i am the mother fucking iron man
ill becoming to get you with all this pipe wipe on my shirt
in all of my agony im in my my teeth hurt
a face like the walls the ceiling is neutral
if you dislike me then the feeling is mutual

so hold up son cause its the mother fucking drums
ive been rhyming all night long now the morning has come
im on the edge and i really should go for a walk
i dont want detox i really just want to rock
cause d to the ps destroying all the other emcees
i run them crush them and cash them in like empties
dont front if you shoot me a bump
but if ya fucking with the drums better bring a fucking gun
i got the cancer and the answer to your curses
defacing and free basing every crumb left in the universe
so called art never sells like this
throws like a girl and smells like piss
sourpuss lone wolf when my growth got stunted
coming undone ive been running from the hunted
allergic to everything full of shit its all the same
unintelligibly eligible for the ball and chain hall of fame