Kool A.D. - Warhol's Wig lyrics

[Verse 1: Creature] Beige cargos, babes in cars loads Heard he was a rocker where's the guitar yo What type of rapper wears purple socks and crock's Only listen to trapper purple tops on the block Whats up with his locks? looks like a beavers a** Wish he would stop, Creature's trash f** his hard work look at paws shirt Strange bizarre the pains in his bars jerk Is he trying to be Chuck D or Chuck berry I mean I'm dying to leave, this stuff scary Is he frying the trees a dust fairy? Who's he trying to please? he's tough very Outspoken till the teeth in your mouths broken Sleep on the couch intruders in your house bulge in In the rotten apple, the plotting to clap you Pop near statues hit with rocks and shrapnel Shirtless high on the fire escape look at desire face Smirk sick admire her grace from a private place You some type of voyeur, jailhouse righteous lawyer Bail out by mailed clout to the nicest employer You shine shoes for a living?, define clues that I'm giving Buy booze for women and find the blues sickening Oh, you a powder sniffer no power mister See the louder picture, i hope a hour quicker Credits [Bridge: CREATURE] It goes ooh, hoo We say, ooh, hoo We say, ooh, hoo You say, ooh, hoo We say ooh, hoo [Verse 2: Kool A.D.] b**h im James Dean and what it means He could change dreams And still wear the same jeans and viceversa Style like that of the Ying Yang Tweens, but worster The light curse, can't I write, but I write with a knife curse All caps, the night worker Shouts out to Chris Columbus: the original white lurker Who taught all the tikes they should like murder Ain't German, but I like burgers Hella wavy like surfers You could smell it daily like Swishers Naughty by nature plus nurture MCs couldn't search for the kid I serve purposes worst, better for better, and better for worse And my base is third, my face gaser I take chapters and open them Some to hopeless laughter, other's to doper castles Where the fold the coldest napkins I do rap sh** with my rap friends I do white sh** with my black friends I do black sh** with my white friends I do hype sh** with my friends cause I like them Plus I make nice ends, but that's whatever player I'm on another layer, another level The bevel edge of the mind could cut swines and others devils The great vines swing above the pebbles, dawg I'm Normal Mailer with a new Taylor Dude, you a hater, true I'm like an alligator in an elevator To the top, see you later High, high, high, high [Outro: Sample]