Your Old Droog - Sonic Youth lyrics

[Verse 1] The ghetto cosmetologist What I do? Bring them beauty products through for your boo Say it's good for the skin when I give her that goo She wants to have no wrinkles and look youthful, like Your Old Droog See me looking real young, I'm Neil Young Sonic Youth, we sipping from the fountain With the smell of chronic in the booth, more trees than a Jamaican accountant You getting jerked for that chicken Might be putting in work, but it's nothing like what we're kicking Smoking reefer b**h, iPhone is refurbished The game is malnourished, watch your old pal flourish When he bring the spinach dip, get the spinach then dip Spiritually enrich, make your skin itch On the rise, face the task, do my numbers Give the girl a face mask, cucumbers on her eyes Exfoliate the YOD way, no ordinary love I even took Sade out on a spa date Kissed her on the forehead, it was cold Then proceeded to tell her, I'll be back when I'm done with the old yella Old Droog is a whacko physcotic, but at least this diet is macrobiotic [Hook][x2] Timeless, the songs don't age No gym, I only work out on stage Stay out the gutter, spilling shea bu*ter Witch hazel on the page, doing herbals on the roof Sonic Youth [Verse 2] Cool thing like sonic youth Team Super Nintendo, I never played Sonic as a youth NBA Live with Mitch Richmond on the cover Your hooks are straight Meredith Brooks You're a b**h and a lover I feel sorry for your mother when she listen to your sh**, misfit Need to go buy a shirt that says misfits And a nine inch nails tag for your gym sports bag Cause you don't know about that Sonic Youth Where we get out the way and avoid traps (move) I'm not one for the tabloid raps Dodging the bars that I know you say Every verse you write is like a slow news day [?] that were rhyming like the [?] Throw in a little Reggae for the segue You suffer from a lack of imagination With raps past the date of expiration, my rhymes is timeless [Hook][x2] [Verse 3] I view footage of your daily performance, mad girly prancing Whack rapper garbage, singing like Shirley Manson DJ cut your song off at the prime show, they hate your rhyme flow like a ?[] Probably the weakest one of that skinny pants era I'm not you, I'm a goddamn terror Dimebags getting smoked on stage like your man's from Pantera God bless the dead, wyling Styling when even with a tough crowd like Kyle O'Quinn Still had them hoes hollering Came from out of nowhere, my first show was an epic The real thing like faith no more So raw, voice crazy hoarse Still rocking in the free world, even brought out my cinnamon girl Before you try to see me go get a referral We Blind Melon, you the bee girl Who you know flow like "Wrath of Kane" And still like watching puddles gather rain Your man ice with your old pal slicker I'm out, more like Metallica [Hook][x2]