Edan - Sing it sh**face lyrics

Donavex, lyrical a**hole, taking sh**ty Mc tongue to the frozen flagpole I farted family functions, landing punches in the face of life I paid the grand and three hundred for my beat machine, (my body)I keep it clean, by eating vegetables, while you claim indestructible I made 'em feel uncomfortable by talking about my hemorrhoids And now my parakeet's unemployed, I enjoyed watching old men put Pennzoil inside their engines, while eating cookies kept in tin foil I been spoiled, like the underwear that's been soiled by my opponents When I a**emble my microphone kit, most kids are mere dome-less I wonder what they folks did to make 'em think they flow swift with broken focus Folk hymns are sung, while my guitar is strung, and then plucked to make the hip-hop purists tense up, sure it's ten bucks to come and see me at a show But when I stage dive into jell-o you won't care about the dough But if you still think my sh** is wack, you'll get your money back And then you leave the show, running into two men in funny hats They'll beat the f** out of you and take your wallet out of your back pocket After that you swell up in the eye-sockets, then I'll finish my show and go to The parking lot and meet the two men, who then put your loot in my pocket I tried jocking myself but that didn't work, after I realized that God was watching with a hidden smirk, I sh** a turd that stunk the house for three weekends Instead of R'n'B b**hes, I do my hooks with Japanese kids (Chorus: Japanese) (So Sing it sh**face) Ooh, I love farting in the bathtub, at clubs, at home On the road, in your face unload, in your eyeball Fart while walking on the sidewalk, after nightfall To the point you spray Lysol, despite all the things That the people might say, I grab my genitals and tell 'em have a nice day The right way, to grab a mic is constantly exhibited By me, and the MC knows he's unlimited, it's imminent like water splashing on the coast lines where I go to town meetings And on the bulletin board I post rhymes, most times don't give a f** about what you telling me I get excited and crash a third grade spelling bee and just as a girl named Bethany is about to win my spelling "cheese", I interrupt the train of thought by yelling "Freeze!" And when she sees that I'm nothing but a prankster she tells the teacher, but I proceed to go And yank her for her title, of third grade vocabulary champion she starts to cry, I say: "That's what you get for tampering with the wordsmith, with the verb gift," The principal got nervous, when I ran into his office shirtless what's the purpose of terrorizing elementary schools? I don't know, but I penetrate your brain with entry tools Narratives from the battletongue my record collection consists of twenty-two copies of Aqualung half a lung is what I need to rock a venue I then do some Herculean sh** on the wheels to code: end you got the versatility of ten dudes, next stop my little sh**faced friend Serves a chorus up from the menu (chorus: Japanese ) (So sing it scumbag... yeah!)