[Pigeon John]
Oh, they love me or they shove me
To me it really don't matter
Oh, they're never gonna catch me
And if they try to, they're gonna wind up shattered
[Verse 1: Heath McNease]
Salutations and greetings
To all the people listening attentively while I'm bathing and eating
If it suits you better you can call it rap-singing
But it's really not singing cause it's more like shrieking
So let's leave it be and call it forceful speaking
Better yet, call it what it is, torture treatment
Can't seem to revive the dead horse I'm beating
Warning, my recordings will bore you speechless
I was born to keep this rap sorta geekish
Hearing hordes of people call me dorky frequently
I mix metaphors, do it for no reason
I'm the one haystack set in a swarm of needles
I'm the camel's back that broke the straw
When all of y'all dropped your jaws and you gawked in awe
Your train of thought was lost and then found broken into
I didn't do it, now how can I convince you to
[Hook x2]
Love me, love me, say that you love me
I love you and I pray that you trust me
I heart you and I won't stop hearting
But it's about time for you to start starting
[Verse 2: Pigeon John]
Start starting this, start, awww....
It took years of biting and following
De La Soul to finally be myself
And through all the fake gangsters hollering
I remain golden like no one else
I mean who's it gonna be, some glossy figurine
On the magazines yelling he sell coke?
Or some real emcees who got the sense to know
The duns yelling are the ones who are a joke
So we kick back and laugh up in the lab watching Rap City
You've seen one you've seen them all, right?
It's very clear they're only doing it for money
And it's kinda funny, I'd probably take the same fall twice
Cause that dough feels good up in my diesels
I can't lie I'm like everybody else
But one thing that keeps me original
And that one thing is being my gosh darn self, so
[Hook x2]
[Verse 3: Heath McNease]
Call me Norman cause I'm known to rock well
With a dance number in this song, hoping for pop sales
This is the dance break
1 2 3 4 ladies do it, man that was great
Ha, wink wink shoulder shrug, double nudge
Playing double dutch while I'm eating double fudge brownies
And I'm wearing an apron and I'm making a bundt cake
And I, I prefer to refer to it as my Monday
Lyrical John Wayne, steering a Hyundai
Eternal, infernal, inferno like Dante
And I rap over beats first, never rehearse free verse
My breath is fresh so I never needs Certs
And jealousy lurks, everything you said can be heard
I'm not scared, grab a ticket and prepare to be served
Prepare for the worst, all I'm gonna do is compliment you
Like it or not I'm still gonna get you to
[Hook x2]