Wisdumb - Everything. Lyrics

Cuts like a stomach splice from a butter knife
Girls, whiskey, American history, just another night
Copping soma from the comatose, Looney Tunes
Blowing holes through broken bones
One flew (Flute) over the cuckoo's nest, electric overdose
Broke (Baroque) and stucco coke heads
No coasters like they're grown kids
Rickety rope bridge, crossing summer camp in Oakland
Backs of heads are molten, 'cuz your eyes are burning holes in
Looking mulled and malted, as we're mulling over molting
Migrating birds as the time space revolving
Just some voodoo, pseudo-intellectual bullshit
Pull pits out of apples like a pastor in a pulpit...
Shit gets culled quick!
Pull pins out grenades, make your face go
Posterboys for overjoyed, broken toys, no Pixar
Just on a dead island reading Tolstoy, so get gone
We're the masters of the head strong, self-effacing mastodons
Gastons, no thats a lie, we're fucking twerps that act wrong
Crawling through the cat-calls, rob 2 Chainz with a cap gun
Steals his chains and blast off, looking like a laugh line
'Cuz the last laugh's always not mine

And I promise that my generation is degenerating
We're just a pun, of a root word that can see you while you're waiting
And the flow is down to vapors, just crusaders pulling capers
We're so much clever-er-er-er than everything we say is
If anything is sacred, it's that everything has been said
Turn everything on its head, we get it like we give it
Library of babel up in this shit...
That's what the internet is, so why try?
A moment of originality is better than like, nine lives
So fuck your "lol catz," get rich and fade into a cul-de-sac
We bringing back the sullen raps from kids with backpacks
Keep my iPad in a knapsack, well, shit, now that ain't half bad
Could in fact be the coolest shit since the first last laugh
Blast raps from a Subaru Forester, dog, you ain't my genre
Get intimate like pilgrims did with cholera, like collard greens
Gets intimate and call her up, she's like, "You can put the collar on me"