I just don't like it like pistachio
When they hashing high, it's the truth Juj, Mashin' Low
Pantyhosed camel-toes soothes my amusing eyes
The Kumbayah leaves me paranoid, do or die
Stupid Wise, it's suicide
I'm not the one to take risks
But I'm also not one who finds it fun to hate
I make bricks to isolate myself from generation trends
Boiling pot down my chimney till the separation ends
Got friends, acquaintances, accomplices
a**holes who leave stabbed red when the autumn ends
Common sense always goes a long way
Drive cautiously, most the roads are not paved
And watch your head, the ceiling is concave
Every step's a piece of cake, but the icing is Flambé
Ay, here's the goal to life you should be ruling by
There's you then I, imitation's suicide