Wisdumb - Ten Thousand Thundering Typhoons!!! Lyrics

Fascist catechism of a racketeer, beautiful
With half a beer still clinging to her upper lip
The lesser kids should fucking quit, the lesser kids just fucking quit!
You're dumb, and shit... Yeah! You're dumb and shit...
I like to brag about not being Aesop Rock
I like to brag about being Aesop Rock...
Ay! stop taking shit, ay stop cursing when you spit!
A sock is what you like to come in! So, baby dumpling
Let me fill you with meat and sauce, and
Crude images for when I'm beating off, need to talk game
Need to stop, stop jocking me, turn and laugh cockily
Meet me in the rookery, fly away with Booker T.
And Mr. T, he's kind of green but filled with antioxidants
I could take your breath away, have a panty oxidant
Panty is a net in prison, it's some Dilla shit
I'm feeling it, the feeling is... Mutual.. Ill equipped
Shorty from a shanty town, better pull your panties down
I was in a band or two, straight out of Xanadoo
Motherfucking can it dude! Fucking can it, dude

Cool as a cocky Juilliard student, part music, part lucid
Part Truman Show, stupid hoes sniffing arsenic
Trying to advance their careers as an arsonist
Hard as shit, karma bit the back of me
Casually a crack addicted manic freak, of mana
Steaming fire and brimstone and amnesty
Sex, poems, vanity, snap the sword of Damacles
The blasphemer left a fat steamer in my toilet tank
While I toil thanklessly and file in rank, kinda stanks
Dime a dozen with a diamond chain, finer things of climate change
Run across a driving range trying to be Tupac
Steal some golf clubs, hit some balls off a rooftop
Who's got next? Hot sex with a two-timer...
Smoking prosthetics out a bong, and get too high
Looking goose-eyed, Ku Klux Klan-destined
Want some Neo Nazi shit? We're manifest destined
First off, say "Rest in peace to Pineridge"
That's why I don't whine when the wine gets me blinded
Only say that so I can sound cool...
I don't actually give a fuck, it ain't a bout truth
Only say that 'cuz I'm afraid of conviction
It's funny how money change, and teeth stay glistening
And peeps stay listening...

Screamin "Dag-nabbit!" To a semiautomatic crack addict
Backstabbing, last out the gates, last laugh
Lazy lexicon, effing Stacy's effing mom
Rest in peace to rest of y'all, baptized in a reservoir
Resuscitated, but I made it, must have ate it
Jumping off a dam, damn, just another cliche
You're the fucking man, man, gosh
Hard knock life for a hardcore kid
Softcore porn in a sophomore stitch
'Cuz I'm lefty as Lucifer's right-hand hype man
Like "damn," on the high seas drinking Hi-C sightland pirate
Dumb shit with a cutless, fuck-list
Cut-lass, in the ass, bitches that I fuck with
Don't call them "bitches," though, snitches wear stitches though
Give and go, pick and roll, flow is centrifugal
...Means it's all circular, nothing new coming in
If I have to explain my metaphors, you shouldn't fuck with them
"I fell in love with him," that's what she said
Bad poem tactics, your lover is a meathead
But he ain't a lover though, dick is made of rubber, yo
Favorite movie's Flubber, yo, if you hate me... got to go
Try to straight me, got to ball, fucking hoe
You ate dirt you fucking hoe, I love it though, I make her
Caveman with great thirst, I make your...
Nomad, that smokes weed 'till his face hurts