Tie Doesn't Fit

Trust me
I'm an Engineer

Yo, I'm a little tea pot, short and stout
Here is my handle, here is my other handle!
Wait, before you try to have me dismantled
Chill out, I'll explain, that wasn't a gamble
See this is what's called an anti-joke, it's meta
If punchlines were cheddar, anti jokes are feta
Oh, one last thing that I should have told ya
It means I'm not a tea pot, I'm a sugar holder!
That means I'm sweet, from my head to my toes
Don't believe me? Ask your girl, she certainly knows
She got to taste a sample and she lost her clothes
So take that, mo'fucker, and suck a bag of dildoes
Bitches line up like my name was robin hood
They wanna kiss my ass, and kiss it good
I can beat a dead horse, and you know I would
Yo, I'm not a little tea pot, I'm misunderstood

Yeah, here we go again, I'm back on my shit
Unknown ginger, nobody thought I could spit
I feel like Deku, I just don't know when to quit
I overthink everything, and my tie doesn't fit
Yeah, here we go again, I'm back on my shit
Unknown ginger, nobody thought I could spit
I feel like Deku, I just don't know when to quit
I overthink everything, and my tie doesn't fit

Eat ice cream from the container, I don't care
Cause Covid happened who's gonna dare to stare
My stairs are higher than when I smoke, that's unaware
So back the fuck up, you can't compare
I went from surveying to Super Saiyan slaying the man
So I wanna make jams, damn, I know I'll slam
Killin' this beat, murder it like the son of Sam
No clue what I 'm doing, I 'll just improvise a plan
Up up, down down, left right left right, B-A, start
That was a cheat code to unlock your heart
Just believe in the me that believes in you
Wait, how did these German legos get in my shoe?
Like Carrie Fisher, my gun goes pew pew pew
That joke's more divisive than the last of us 2
Yeah I said it, oh you know it
Yeah I said it, oh you know it
Yeah I say what I want, 5 bucks says I'll show it
Wanna place that bet? You'll prolly blow it
You wanna say I can write? I just phone it
Call me jack cause I'm not that handsome
But I've got the mask to prove I'm your ransom
I'm not rich, I don't sleep in a mansion
I sleep on the park bench outside, fresh air
Catch those z's all day, until I get nightmares

Yeah, here we go again, I 'm back on my shit
Unknown ginger, nobody thought I could spit
I feel like Deku, I just don't know when to quit
I overthink everything, and my tie doesn't fit
Yeah, here we go again, I'm back on my shit
Unknown ginger, nobody thought I could spit
I feel like Deku, I just don't know when to quit
I overthink everything, and my tie doesn't fit

Feel like I'm back in the first grade, playing leap frog
But this nog has me in a fog, like I'm jogging in smog
I can't stop this Monologue, or is it a soliloquy?
Got so many hot takes, they call me earl grey tea
That olde english style, I guess I'm full of thee
But it's just an act. Life's a stage, must be, trust me
Or murder me, but if you do I'll turn into a Martyr
I'll be at heavens gate, and you can't barter with me
I run the shire, bitch, call me Frodo Baggins
Your hair is nappy and your pants keep sagging
I wanna make beats, so I'll jump on the bandwagon
With my new flow, and it's not nagging
You must be jealous cause you're just too green
So make like a leaf and get the fuck out
Your bars are more bland than steamed trout
I'm the Seasoned writer here, what you talking about



Credits
Writer(s): Alexander Genaro Garcia
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