​​the grand prize game on the bozo show

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Video Dave] Easy living, blood, sweat, and tears, though Sleep when I'm sleepy, act more cheerful Eat like I'm needy, stop when I'm near full Laugh around people, feel like I'm sinful Tin-foil on the the rabbit ears to make the picture clear I swallowed thirty cents, said it was magic, made it disappear My momma wasn't happy about it, I was surprised that she shouted I had to shit in a bucket, I got a chicken McNugget Box of twenty with some fries and a pop I would go to the McDo' any chance I got Back before I started hoopin' and before the makin' music I was young, I wasn't dumb but I was really fuckin' stupid [Verse 2: Still Rift] The hard headed knuckle hand sandwich made the Manwich a meal Leftover afterthought for overthinkin' Sinkin' on the iceberg of my beverage The leverage of the contract attached A gross mismeasurement forever when the titan attacks The hard headed knuckle hand sandwich made a mess of the appliances The applications taken only spoke of the adjacent washer, dryer, plier Panicked, oversignin', oversold the lower Maytag The pricin' was the downfall of the scientist The hard headed knuckle hand sandwich gave the cannibal the sustenance To subsequently seek a distant daydream from the nothingness City living fades into irrelevance Incessant air raids on the island form the focus of the present tense [Verse 3: Open Mike Eagle] Yeah, yeah, is this a gift or a weapon? I froze on the first song and dipped on the second Let's see what we can lift from the wreckage I'm 'bout to clean my kitchen and listen to Metric I'm full of data, I keep you at a distance I fight like Vega, I'm a psych major, yeah I study all great black voices Sometimes it felt good when they made bad choices And black schools had ratios I'm Cool Hand Luke on the dual band radio It said no innuendo We sittin' in a limo like no problemo