Blanc-bec - Buck 65

Blanc-bec - Buck 65
Punk-a** rapper I am misanthrope
No pants tied to a tree wit' a skippin' rope
King of the bums rose in my teeth
Laughing unhappy I've chosen my grief
I'm a skin-flint infant destroyer enjoyable
Neatly folded up and completely unemployable
Twice bitten washed up bored stiff and burned out
I can't wait to see how the photographs turned out
Unwanted mongrel dying flowers and stolen cars
Can't remember my dreams living on granola bars
Blood in the toilet bowl brains in the frying pan
I am iron man
Comin' to getcha with a stain on my shirt
With all of my agony my pain and the hurt
A face like the walls and the ceiling is neutral
You dislike me and the feeling is mutual
Skeleton on fire ridin' motorcycle
Skeleton on fire ridin' on a motorcycle
Skeleton on fire ridin' motorcycle
Skeleton on fire ridin' on a motorcycle
I'm the cancer the answer to all your curses
Debaser spelling the ruin of universes
So-called art never sells like this
Throws like a girl and smells like piss
Sour puss lone wolf growth stunted
Coming undone and running with the hunted
Allergic to conformity full of sh*t all the same
Unintelligible eligible for the ball and chain hall of fame
Skeleton on fire ridin' motorcycle
Skeleton on fire ridin' on a motorcycle
Skeleton on fire ridin' on a motorcycle
Skeleton on fire ridin' motorcycle
Auto-sodomite the ultimate nuisance
Offering my unwanted junk and my two-cents
Mr Know-It-All empty with hatred
Piss on your parade nothing is sacred
No friends no ends no God or homeland
Uncommon denominator abominable snowman
Voted least likely don't even approach
The coach the one that put the cock in cockroach
Skeleton on fire ridin' motorcycle
Skeleton on fire ridin' motorcycle motorcycle
Skeleton on fire ridin' motorcycle on fire
Skeleton on fire ridin' motorcycle on fire