Lyrics

Coming out swinging like Hagler versus Hearns. The circus burns Playing a covert role to overthrow the surface Now read the terms of service turds. I'm running up my word score Nerds are squirming nervous 'cuz I'm setting off a turf war While riding a surfboard and I'm stalking a shark Send you back to the burn ward. It's a walk in the park Rocking very punk. Digging for the buried sunken treasure I could do this forever so call me cowboy Terry Funk From beyond, I respond emphatically: nope Ain't nobody out here automatically dope So stay hungry, latecomеr. I'll play another straight stunner Chasing down a page-onе-er with a raygun like blade runner The A-1 sound. Lay one down, for instance Leaving imprints. Doing wind sprints Until I get shin splints. Wearing dookie rope gold and herringbones Colossal. I'm impossible to kill like Sharon Jones Never giving up cause I persist to be the dopest Kicking it like Jim Kelly. Illin'. I'm illustrious Official. Making do with very little, I'm industrious The dustiest. The well-read killer. The shed builder Drinking water straight from the tap with no lead filter I won't falter. Won't alter my sound for the vice squad Exhausted. Tightwad. Rocking Izod Lacoste and an IPod. Cold snow. The old pro conjectured I'm astounding and I don't mind sounding like a broken record Sounding like a broken record. Vinyl is lush black Allowed to hate. Crowd the plate, I'm throwing a brushback past ya That fast. Flat-blasting the fat layer Highest exit veto of the stat-cast era I'm in the area. Try and grapple with flying shrapnel Smashing. Kicking ass while I'm eating an apple Pop the cork, party people. Toss the fader… Peace Marty Siegel. Haha! See ya later. It's like that Never giving up cause I persist to be the dopest