Sage Francis - Swedish Fish lyrics

[Intro] Yo. We're not gonna take it No! We're not gonna take it We're not gonna take it...anymore! To all my intelligent motherf**ers (Word! Yo yo, aiiight aiight, peace dunny! No doubt. Peace. Respect) To all my inbred knuckleheads reppin' the culture (Yeah, represent that sh**! True. Respect!) To all the clever a** f**ers out there (sh** is real! sh** is motherf**in' real! Peace!) To all my Swedish Fish (Swim wit me. Holla if ya hear me. Booaw booaw booaw booaw!) Sage Francis. Oh yeah. That's one of these smart motherf**ers right? Yeah. One of those kids that'll think ya to d**h. Hahaha This Osgood-Schlatters Syndrome in my bones and my knee hurts Must have jumped into an unclean gene pool feet first The rebirth of slick hair With more "Wooo"s than Ric Flair Got me blockin' eyes and ears and the rest of my senses are prepared From the thick air that I breath How did I get here? I believe It's time to scream, "What's the chime?" They leave no trace Remove the birth marks from your face Being handicapped is a b**h But I'm sick of watching her park in my space How 'bout I hop up on your face and pop this wheely Clutch my stick shift, you gots to feel me Growin' too big for the clown costumes Stupid wig Got self proclaimed vets in the game askin' their dogs, "Who's the new kid?" I say, "Um, I'm 32." Been here for more than 10 years and never heard of you So what the f**s your curfew? "Say what? 10 years? God damn!? That's practically a decade." And I say, "So, you a math man?" How 'bout we go 50/50 on our friendship They say, "Meet me half way, f** this 50% sh**!" How smart are we? Very smart Received a Valentine's Day voice mail from Mary Hart And then I pa**ed out Plus the lights were blinking Too much leisure induces seizures I'm blacked out but it looks like I'm thinking Reaching for the ceiling Pulling down the skyline You knew I was around Once I broaden your horizon just to show you the night time Captain Kirk beam me back to Price Line And buy my ticket out of the pop culture There's no intelligent life to find I'm off the meter, off the hook, I'm off-line Frankly I'm awful So underground, I need an oxygen tank and snorkel Untrying To the simple minded, plain and normal One time Take me Lord, make me mortal [Outro] Yeah, to all my intelligent motherf**ers (Let's build! Respect respect. sh** is real B! Yeah, respect!) Peace to all my headcrackin' melon bruisers (Ayo, aiight aiight. No doubt. Get this money yo!) Respect to all my dumb b**hes (True. My sh** is real ho. Respect. Respect. Ha. Yo. True.)