The Palmer Squares
Engelbert Humperdinck
[Terminal Knowledge]
They said describe my rivals with a single word: Underling
What you think? I can't see you swing from your puppet strings?
A couple drinks in me, glazed eyes, we stay fly
Like a lesbian seagull, Engelbert Humperdinck
Leave my signature in blood between your brow and your hairline
Fist bumped and bounce to the square, ride out
On top of shit, y'all incompetent
Lean wit it rock wit it? Please put a sock in it
Greasing the palms with a finsky
I'm awfully skimpy
Just spit in my food dog, I tip cheap
Keep it cold, we be leaving' speakers blown
When we creepin on what we creepin on
A chorus gone bombs over bagdhad, pfft oh baloney
I support the cause, hashtag Joseph Kony!
No shit
One time for the wolf's head
Scroll & Keys, Skull and Bones cronies with no cajones
Hold the phone, it's the thorn in your side
Scorned and despised by the lord in the skies
I'm a stoner and a hippie, who's known for getting lippy
Popeye want the spinach, hold the chicken crispy
You know what, lemme get the chicken crispy, and a Mr. Pibb
Use a swizzle stick to mix the whiskey
I'm pretty tipsy, it's time to face an audience
Fuck slurred words, Term'll chase 'em out this bitch
Take a bow, get hit with tomatoes, a sight unseen
Atheist lighting trees and spinning dreidels
Break fast, what a meshugana putz
Tried to walk a straight path but couldn't adjust
The lobotomized philosopher sodomizing commoners
I'm a fountain of knowledge, watch the geyser burst
Germ free, Term sure to warsh up
And get his hands dirty when he's thirsty for more blood
They say I mumble, dumb luck, staying humble
Until the day come these motherfuckers pay him double
I'll take an odd job and do it shoddy, shit who gon' stop me?
Not the Mod Squad or the Illuminati
We mean business, no cheap gimmicks
Just flea-ridden sleaze steeze in the beat kitchen
Free written spit, y'all stem and seed pickin'
We sit and cheef piff still we're ski-lifted bitch
Braggadocio, I fucking rock
Do you plan to vote for antisocial or Uncle Tom?
I'm so handsome, shit that's what my mommy says
Cro Magnon, shit that's fucking obvious
Cuz I growl and fling poo with my hands
Draw the Vitruvian Man with loose leaf and crayons
Hot as a pot of pea soup, done shot the breeze
With Dr. Michio Kaku on top of the Machu Pichu
It's hard to hear you, rappers sound like R2D2
Fuck nodding to the beat, I gotta stop and regroup
Oh you wrote a blog? Can't rely on that
If you born a dog, you can't just die a cat
Read the riot act, teary eyes and a pale face
Chopping gangster rails on the periodic table
I gotta be stopped. Pfft, probably not
Order a round of shots and a wobbly pop, I'm bout to drop
It's so easy
Beach squad coming out with a DRO EP
Fucking, suck a dick and stuff, dog