Burger Sugar

Im out in the streets
Pushing on my skate board
Playing on my banjo
Musics what I slang
Put a sticker in your hand
Check out my Danglehang

I got a big ole Danglhand hanging down
Do you even need to see it
Cant you tell from sound
Jaws are dropping from the way that I just move around
Im good off all of that
I think I will just smoke a pound

Im so fresh I think I might just be the prince of pain
Everyones facial expression is saying murder man
I look around and I don't really think there's much to gain
Your belt line aint lying if it could complane

Who am I
You should know Eye Am Apocalypse
My music is more potent than a mushroom acid trip
Just sitting back making instant classic hits
While your music sucks more dick than a chick with plastic tits

I got a vivid important story to tell
Listen in because it gonna keep your mind out of a cell
Jack and Jill went up the hill
To fetch a pail of what is real
Why you sat there on the couch
Filling your belly with a meal

Fast food cartoons
Football sitcoms
Eat out waste time
Get a wife to cheat on
Never have I settled for less
I rock bottomed out
Now i'm bouncing up to the top
With the throttle down

I see you waddle round
I see you got a hound
I here it got a bark
You looking like a nark
just trying to get a spark
Making clouds in the dark
I got a better reason to be inside the park



Credits
Writer(s): Arthur Olive
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