Edan - Sing It, Shitface Lyrics
* send corrections to the typistDin effects, spiracle *****, taking shitty Mc tongues to the frozen flagpoleI farted family functions, landing punches in the face of lifeI paid the grand three hundred for my beat machine, my bodyI keep it clean, by eating vegetables, while you claim indestructibleI made 'em feel uncomfortable by talking about my hemroidsAnd now my parakeet's unemployed, I enjoyed watching old menput pens oil all inside the engines,while eating cookies kept in tin foilI been spoiled, like an underwear that's been soiled by my opponentsWhen I assemble my microphone kit, most kids are mere domelessI wonder what they folks did to make 'em think they flow swift with broken focusVocals???are sung, while my guitar is strung, and inplugged to make the hip hopPure it's cents up, sure it's ten bucks to come and see me at a showBut when I stage dive into jello you won't care about the doughBut if you still think my shit is wack, you'll get you're money backAnd then you leave the show, running into two men with funny hatsThey'll beat the ***** out of you and take your wallet out of your back pocketAfter that you swell up in the high sockets, then I'll finish my show and go toThe parking lot to meet the two men, who then put your loot in my pocketI try jocking myself but that didn't work, after I realised that God waswatching with a hidden smirk,I shit a turd that stunk the house for three weekendsInstead of RnB *****es, I do my hooks with Japanese kids(Chorus: Japanese Kid Singing)So Sing it ShitfaceOoh, I love farting in the bathtub, at clubs, at homeOn the road, in your face unload, in your eyeballFart while walking on the sidewalk, after nightfallTo the point you spray lights all, despite all the thingsThat the people might say, I grab my genitals and tell'em have a nice dayThe right way, to grab a mic is constantly exhibitingIf I mean, then the MC knows he's unlimited, it's intimatelike water splashing on the coast lineswhere I go to town meetingsAnd on the bulletin board I post rhymes, most timesdon't give a ***** about what you telling meI get excited and crash your third grade spelling beeand just as a girl named Bethany is about to win my spelling cheeseI interrupt the train of thought by yelling freezeAnd when she sees that I'm nothing but a prankstershe tells the teacher, but I proceed to goAnd yank her for her title, of third grade vocabulary championshe starts to cry, I say : that's what you get for tamperingwith the wordsmith, with the verb giftThe principal got nervous, when I ran into his office shirtlesswhat's the purpose of terrorising elementary schools?I don't know, but I penetrate your brain with entry toolsNarratives from the battletonguemy record collection consists of twenty-two copies of Aqualungatheling is what I need to rock a venueI then do some percolating shit on the wheels to cold end yougot the versatility of ten dudes, next stop my little shitface friendServes a chorus up from the menuSo Sing it shitface(chorus: Japanese Kid Singing)
