Victor - Bad Hair lyrics

[Verse 1: Calvin Rapture] Preparin' for my afterlife by gettin' faded, wasting time Spittin' 8th's until the f**in' sun arise Another time, another day, you'll see another way as all the mother's say She put on all restraint but i do as i choose anyway Where the f** is the land of milk and honey? Still away? Is the monster active within your mental or still at bay, so anyway I need to better manage my caging thoughts The process is in progress, so fool me not, view the rot Leavin' you with nothin' to consume, but dairy fumes sh**tin' out diseases that i contracted from saving' you, impervious Never cared who hates us First place on the daily cup Toast opposers led me up to dangerous degree that i spit in case you didn't see I make belief of make believe to better chance of escaping me without a burning tree Dependency on only me Disorganized for all too see Guinness book for nappy n***a's bleeding tee [Verse 2] Salad tossin' dental flossin' endorsing the children's options sh** your pants then wet the bed then get a job then marry toppings Divorce your daughter's mother and blame it on weather's plunder Die under a rock alone you f**ing useless garden gnome and such is life for those who know I'm here just to put on a show but lo' behold the endings near since Rapture's just a rapping queer I'm slightly more delusional, mowing through your pubicals I'm showin' up at your function and k**in' off your leaders quick b**h And i'm not impressed by your bleeding wrist, envy Magellan story tellin to those in need of it Fiction is my Harvard imaginations my weapon b**h Exceeded those who tested me with colors beyond Over yonder over the river and troubling through the woods Over to grandmothers just to see that she wasn't feeling good Apart of Earth now What if d**h today dressed as a clown If looks could k** i'd be around Shade of gray shade of brown, uh Rode to town on a f**in' battle horse Parked at McDonald's got a soda because my lungs were scorched Left an orange streak on a canvas left it on Oprah's porch and Haven't eaten in days because right after school I gotta work What is worth When you f**in' hate what you do You were just happy now you're f**in' fading to blue, no time, just rhyme Why my f**in' hair isn't kempt If you need me find me roamin' where the terrorists live, f*ggot