Watsky (george Watsky) - Difference Is The Differences lyrics

Suspended the same month I won the city science fair I won most likely to succeed and teachers nightmare Guess I was quite scary, some hate a binary Sent to the principals office straight from the libary But since my voice was about as high as Mariah Carey When I had the douchey spiky hair like Guy Fieri My flavor was a mystery you never knew what you were getting it could be some mild or some Wild Cherry Just read my diary, cause I'm wirey But I'm irie, and I spit it firey, hire me I wouldn't hurt a fly Though sensitive you never heard me cry But I got a certified dirty mind So grab some turpentine, a dash of listerene And splash my mouth out with a gallon jug of Mister Clean I'm flashing on every a**hole up in the cla**room I'm planning on coming sick I hope you had your antihistamines Before I split the scene, and we can puff pa** Cause I'm an honor roll kid who liked to cut cla** A babyface but I tend to shave with a cutla** And If you switch the picture to HD you'll see my mustache I tend to slow it down when they want just fast I'm a vegetarian who thinks that PETA s**s a** I bring the ruckus, while shmucks be kissing my tuchus, I bookishly bust it nasty, you should be rocking a dust mask I like smoking dope, but won't pop a pill I think Oprah's ill, but I loathe Dr. Phil I got the propers to a topple your whole metropolis stomp an impossible obstacle I won't be stoppin' to chill From Chapel Hill to the big apple I travel the map just trampling ba*tards but then I handle their hospital bill If there's bees in the trap I'm catching em By the thorax and abdomen And sanding the stingers down to a rough quill Then I dip em in ink, and I scribble a bit But if it they wriggle then I tickle em until they hold still Lemme say it again In my land of pretend I use bees as a motherf**in' pen But a lot of the guys I know Have been saying that I'm so so They're not a believer That I'm a keeper B-b-But I don't know Maybe it's cause I be looking like Leave it to Beaver they're thinking that I don't flow Even if I could be running in circles around em as if I'm gyroscope I'll enter the draft and I'm thinking I might go pro Running the jungle like I'm an albino rhino Deep in the undergrowth f** a disaster, bring on the asteroids Never gonna be ma**acred like all of the dinos though Bring on primal vinyl magic show I'm turning a blind eye to the bull crap, waving bye bye Zippity doo dah s** on my booty Done with the bad luck Put on my bra** knucks And I cold co*k any Pol Pot in the whole spot, with that boom I'm Fiddler on the Roof Hitting Hitler in his fruits of the loom I'm Jew, on the right side but it's true I'm a Christian on the left Side of my family crest, dude I've been to public school and private, been unpopular and popular and I don't think people pop from a test tube