DC Pierson - It's A Shame lyrics

[Verse 1: DC Pierson] Walk into the party, more colors than a toucan D to the C is really good. How are you, man? You even have to ask? I have never been better Everybody else wears a mask like Vendetta And your girlfriend wants me like a red Jetta If she keeps following me, I'mma dead head her Call her Martian Mountains when she wears a red sweater I just got into her, guess you were a trendsetter Gifted, you're playing in the box that it comes in Now if you want to rock, bring the drums in Man, music used to have that certain something I'mma take you back like you turned into a pumpkin So punk with it, even got a snotty nose Catch the beat like Jake LaMotta catches body blows I did something bad, you can tell by the stares But I ain't hit the track, it just fell down the stairs You know, like slapstick Whoops, I'm sorry, I was just fantastic But I'm not content, I keep making content The type of sh** to make you put your daughter in a convent I know what she got that dangerous dress for Because she fills it out like a change of address form You walk through the Ps to get to her place But it's worth it cause she's gonna throw them Ds in your face The reason I'm great is the reason I'm crazy I can't be happy, but I can't be lazy And I'll pay for you to not get lasik Cause girls with gla**es, I'm so amazed with y'all And we could have a fun stay-cation Stay in, ball, and bump Disintigration If that's the cure then I'm the ill If this is Capitol Hill then I'm The Bill Cause I'm on top of it Outsiders status, Soda Pop with it Come on, commit, don't just sort of rock with it It's not like I'm going to hit my quota and stop with it Endless, friendless, tireless man, who will never let you down like your wireless plan No dead zones. I think the President should pick me up like the Red Phone And when they think you're pleasant enough that they won't bone That's how you know you've ended up in the friend zone So I finally state my intentions to make tracks fatter like water retention Mic in his hand, man, what an invention And if he ain't exist, they would have to invent him And you're glad they did, huh? Me and MC DJ, one rap Bar Mitzvah I am the man, at least, that was the plan And that's word to my cousin in Afghanistan Now don't be a dick when I ask where the cash at Seventy-six Trombones, where the bra** at? At last my love has come along in its rap songs I stay on the track like what you do laps on Style not something you should probably take naps on I'll pull down my cap and get my right thin chaps on Sick quarantine, I might get free Put me in your bike like the white E.T Instead of flying powers and flowers and other sh** The kids got guitars and amps from the mothership And just like the flyers, show them where the band played Till the day I expire, I'mma stay handmade You'll still feel this, I'll still be tangible As long as there's real drums, I'll still be Animal Don't wanna bang the drum all day I just want to work I'm just trying to get paid and the drummer is a jerk I like working cause I like eating How the f** I stay looking like Diane Keaton? I run a lot, yeah I run situations They call me DC cause I run nations I run the road, you're just the crap in the median I'm your favorite rapper's favorite comedian Allow me to repeat again. I'm your favorite rapper's favorite comedian