Living Cartoon
I wear the same clothes everyday, everyday
I wear the same clothes every fuckin' day!
I don't talk much but my Glock can spiel
So I let my gun pop you like a doctor's pill
My lyrics ain't Ridellan but they prescribed medicine
A bunch of bloodsuckers; I said "fuck it imma let'em in"!
Sicker than David Letterman
My prick'll get her wetter than
All the 7 oceans; pure devotion in her bed again
She says you is a better friend
While trying to give me head again
I gotta give her credit man
She eat me out like Bennigan's!
Keep one in the chamber for strangers w/ temper
Cause usually the crazies the one's w/ unkempt hair
To Arkham Asylum, yeah sometimes they're sent there
I hear the service good; they even have a ride share
Partially spittin' false like lashes or dentures
I'll admit just a bit my aim Rusty like "Venture."
Cause I haven't launched a blower since my dad was in the picture
But it sound hard right? Like Brock seeing pink hair
Ain't I just a Stinker? Sitting stoned like The Thinker!
They harass us for Hall Passes, Where's my glasses? Velma Dinklair!
Fans waving like a sprinkler, I'm HIP like Henry Winkler!
Oscillatin', gyratin'; getting buggy in this dank air
If life imitates art... and art imitates life
I'm a Living Cartoon... and Betty Rubble my wife! (x2)
Technicolor vision w/ precision on your television
Making split decisions; alter-cision if antenna risen!
Helga G. Pataki in the backy of a whacky shacky
Stalkin' Harold and the Stoop Kid playing Hacky-sacky
Puffin' slow... on tobaccy
Salivatin' at the thought of datin' Arnold makes her happy
Now she's waitin' waitin', so impatient and her lips are smacky
Til it's back to her shrine to unwind cause her day was crappy
I get Helga, she just trying her best!
She believes in something so much it causes her stress
I believe that I'm a Cartoon, connectin' to your hearts through
My music; you use it a reload it like a harpoon
Remold me in a dark room, re-cloth me w/ a sharp loom
Cut the lights on and reveal I ain't how you assume!
Just standing there, same hat/binder clip
Rip a manhole cover off the ground just so I can dip!
If life imitates art... and art imitates life
I'm a Living Cartoon... and Betty Rubble my wife! (x2)
Goodnight... I said goodnight... if the feeling is right!
I wear the same clothes every fuckin' day!
I don't talk much but my Glock can spiel
So I let my gun pop you like a doctor's pill
My lyrics ain't Ridellan but they prescribed medicine
A bunch of bloodsuckers; I said "fuck it imma let'em in"!
Sicker than David Letterman
My prick'll get her wetter than
All the 7 oceans; pure devotion in her bed again
She says you is a better friend
While trying to give me head again
I gotta give her credit man
She eat me out like Bennigan's!
Keep one in the chamber for strangers w/ temper
Cause usually the crazies the one's w/ unkempt hair
To Arkham Asylum, yeah sometimes they're sent there
I hear the service good; they even have a ride share
Partially spittin' false like lashes or dentures
I'll admit just a bit my aim Rusty like "Venture."
Cause I haven't launched a blower since my dad was in the picture
But it sound hard right? Like Brock seeing pink hair
Ain't I just a Stinker? Sitting stoned like The Thinker!
They harass us for Hall Passes, Where's my glasses? Velma Dinklair!
Fans waving like a sprinkler, I'm HIP like Henry Winkler!
Oscillatin', gyratin'; getting buggy in this dank air
If life imitates art... and art imitates life
I'm a Living Cartoon... and Betty Rubble my wife! (x2)
Technicolor vision w/ precision on your television
Making split decisions; alter-cision if antenna risen!
Helga G. Pataki in the backy of a whacky shacky
Stalkin' Harold and the Stoop Kid playing Hacky-sacky
Puffin' slow... on tobaccy
Salivatin' at the thought of datin' Arnold makes her happy
Now she's waitin' waitin', so impatient and her lips are smacky
Til it's back to her shrine to unwind cause her day was crappy
I get Helga, she just trying her best!
She believes in something so much it causes her stress
I believe that I'm a Cartoon, connectin' to your hearts through
My music; you use it a reload it like a harpoon
Remold me in a dark room, re-cloth me w/ a sharp loom
Cut the lights on and reveal I ain't how you assume!
Just standing there, same hat/binder clip
Rip a manhole cover off the ground just so I can dip!
If life imitates art... and art imitates life
I'm a Living Cartoon... and Betty Rubble my wife! (x2)
Goodnight... I said goodnight... if the feeling is right!
Credits
Writer(s): Aidan Roth
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