Term K - Engelbert Humperdinck lyrics

{Verse 1: Term K} They said describe my rivals with a single word Underling What you think? I can't see you swing from your puppet strings? A couple drinks in me Glazed eyes We stay fly like a lesbian seagull Engelbert Humperdinck Leave my signature in blood between your brow and your hairline Fist bump then bounce to the square ride out On top of sh** Y'all incompetent "Lean with it rock wit' it" Please put a sock in it Greasing the palms with a finski I'm awfully skimpy Just spit in my food dog I tip cheap Keep the coal We be leaving speakers blown When we creeping on What we creeping on A chorus gone bombs over Baghdad Oh baloney I support the cause Hash-tag Joseph Kony No sh** One time for the Wolf's Head Scroll and keys Skull and bones cronies With no cojones Hold the phone it's the thorn in your side Scorned and despised by the lord in the skies I'm a stoner and a hippy Who's known for getting lippy Popeye want the spinach Hold the chicken crispy You know what Let me get the chicken crispy And a Mr. Pibb Use a swizzle stick to mix the whiskey I'm pretty tipsy It's time to face an audience f** slurred words Term will chase 'em out this b**h Take a bow Get hit with tomatoes A sight and seen atheist lighting trees and spinning dreidles Break fast What a mashugana putz Tried to walk a straight path but couldn't adjust The lobotomized philosopher sodomizing commoners I'm a fountain of knowledge Watch the geyser burst Germ free Term sure to warsh up And get his hands dirty when he's thirsty for more blood They say I mumble Dumb luck Staying humble Till the day comes these muf**as paying double I take an odd job and do it shoddy sh** who gon' stop me? Not the mod squad or the illuminati We mean business, no cheap gimmicks Just flea ridden sleaze steez in the beat kitchen Free written spit Y'all stem and seed picking We sit and chief piff till we ski lifted b**h Braggadocio, I f**ing rock Do you plan to vote for anti-social or Uncle Tom? I'm so handsome sh** that's what my mommy says Cromagnon sh** that's f**ing obvious Cause I growl and fling poo with my hands Draw the Vitruvian Man with loose leaf and crayon Hot as a pot of pea soup Done shot the breeze with Dr. Michio Kaku on top of the Machu Picchu It's hard to hear you Rappers sound like R2D2 f** nodding to the beat I gotta stop and regroup Oh you wrote a blog? Can't rely on that If you're born a dog, you can't just die a cat Read the Riot Act Teary eyes and a pale face I'm chopping gangsta rails on the periodic table I gotta be stopped Probably not Order a round of shots And a wobbly pop I'm 'bout to drop