FV - Krusty's Children lyrics

[Verse 1] Alright, friends, you must be trippin A bunch of wacky-a** clowns, are you Krusty's children? That's hella great, one-two, man my stuff is wicked Don't hestitate, kung-fu, I'mma bust these chickens Must be the sickest, man, my throat is itching Don't have a lotta policies, but I'm opposed to b**hing I'm like a -- drug dealer, never closed to business And I'm iller than a pillow of a hoe with syphilis Even the childrens know the flow's ridiculous Really though I am really bored and I am growing sick of it The daily minefield, Lord of War like Nicholas I am going to spit whatever my tounge will hit me with They say I am crazy, that's a load of gibberish Aw, you see a flaw and I am supposed to give a sh**? Nah, Because I know that what I show is riveting Am I the greatest? oh well, hold on man, lemme think I have to say Yes ma'am - affirmative Even though my background screams that I am a white suburban kid Listen to me and check those tight-a** words I spit I am not one to sit there, I am defiantly stirring the mix The school is out but you are not over learning sh** And the sting of knowledge son it is going to burn just a bit My soul is golden you are not golden you are silverish So riddle me with it, who's the boldest villain there is? That is me I am glad we agree What can I say man, gee All you chalengers flee I am like the RZA mothaf**ers you are apalling to me And you know what? I got no friends, you all are just enemies [...] All you misognystic weirdo f**s talk about nothing but... f**ing b**hes, doing chicks , screwing females, banging babes, pounding girls, boning honeys, porking s*uts... That is not my style, that is not my style at all, wanna know why? Okay, I tell you why: [Verse 2] 'Cause I don't f** b**hes I am more considerate - I hug b**hes And ask them how their day went Was it fun b**hes? I got heart, beating so strong That my lung itches I am such a gentleman Her c*nt twiches I am a hunter-gatherer so really, f** fridges I roll a fatty and I burn it - you're in motherf**ing luck, briges Life is a b**h and the s*ut is frigid And f** d**h, 'cause she isn't giving up the digits But this is ist man, I gotta live it I am like motherf**ing Earth, man, I got to pivot I will be winning for eternity not a minute But not this moment, 'cause my stomach's Got about a dozen bottles in him... And pretty soon, I be vomiting 'em It is sucha shame though cause so much alcohol was in 'em A quick sneeze and I am back on my feet, asking for weed Taking a puff, and I am back for dinner