Grand Buffet - Intruder Excluder lyrics

[Intro, spoken: Jared] Hello World Start macho, stay macho Change your energy Dynamite is free, pick up ten boomerangs Listen and learn, you'll be alright [Verse 1, rap: Jackson] Wipe that sour apple pucker off your headshot, braniac I'll take your elementals out for Mai Tais at the crab shack I'm more often than not off the beaten path Digging a pit, making a net out of fallen leaves and a sewing kit A frontiersman of sorts: trap, catch, k** to eat Time for after school sports, lift the latch, lock the door Look before you cross the street, both ways please Check face mask, create a weight Fisherman feel the ba**, filet the ba** You gotta make the moment last I heard when I talk turkey, L-tryptophan drips off my every word Evacuate the premises so my nemesis and I Can reminisce on why he hit my soul mate with a railroad tie I failed to see any correlation between Your stolen circus bear and my grizzle bite vaccine There aren't anymore real penny candy stores And our only hero left us in the rain outside his cabin door Four score and seven years ago I had to show improve My humble pie recipe, the judge took a big bite He washed it down with lemonade, I dried off in the limelight Ooooohh [backwards rapping] [spoken] What do you actually do, you make music? Yes (dogs barking) Be quiet [Verse 2, rap: Jackson] I'm a medical breakthrough, allowed for only one night to take you And a friend for pony rides, slide a silky white slice of party cake into Your viewpoint, dear There'd be a little silver tomahawk on my left ear if it was pierced It's fierce the way this witchhunt's bogging me down The doctor found a mole on my neck Told me its a supplementary teat for demons to feed from They re-hydrated all my shrunken heads and left a new one Soccer moms driving SUVs, trading recipes Some contracting STD's from landscapers in sweat-soaked T's While the kids swing from Michelin tires Hung from old oaks trees Whistling top forty pop tunes about birds and bees Troubled teens with overbites Moonlight has made men in Taco Bell parking lots picking fights Better not snap my suspenders [?] stacking shoulder chips I'd say I'm older than the maximum age to ride the teacups But young enough for baby sitter clubs to jack their fees up [Outro, spoken] Well what these guys are doing is, um, experimenting with with new beats and, and textures, and, and these tits are yours