Eat My Shorts

Eat my shorts
You just bought yourself another Saturday mister
Ah, crushed
You just bought one more right there
Well, I'm free this Saturday after that
Beyond that, I'm gonna have to check my calendar

Good! Because it's gonna be filled
Well, keep going
You want another one?
Say the word, just say the word
Instead of going to prison, you'll come here
Are you through? (No)
I'm doing society a favor (so?)
That's another one, right now

I got you for the rest of your natural-born life if you don't watch your step
You want another one? (Yes)
You got it, you got another one right there
That's another one, pal (cut it out!)
You through? (Not even close, but -)
Good, you got one more right there
You really think I give a shit?

What you gon' say? What you gon' say?
Don't know your fucking name
Heaven no way, heaven no way
God, ain't gon' let you bump that Grey
What you gon' say? What you gon' say?
Don't know your fucking name
Heaven no way, heaven no way
God, ain't gon' let you bump that Grey

I'm that grey silhouette
Carcus in my shed, carcus in my head
Brain a fucking mess
Off my fucking meds, out the fucking fence
I don't wanna talk, caught me in a bad

Mood motherfucker loom
'Round my tomb 'til I'm in the roots
Rap my raps in a fucking noose
Smoke that gas and the bitter fumes

I walk in the shadows to find that the pattern indefinite matter
And climbing the latter to fall and just splatter
Repeat and repeat and repeat, it don't matter we all going backwards
Society sadder and sadder and sadder
You think that I matter?
I don't want no flattering, fuck all the chattering
End of the day, I know none of y'all matter, bitch



Credits
Writer(s): Andrew Brent Moran
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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