The Palmer Squares - Bareback Bath House lyrics

[Verse 1: Acumental] I'm an ignoble crook Playin' wall ball at the overlook I fall down and stagger up the hall with a broken foot Nearly wrote a book in the midst of all the madness I'mma split ya with the axe, it'd be fit to call me callous Cuz I don't give a hoot, don't give a darn, nope Ac fly the pigeon coop blown' cigar smoke Tellin' jokes to the bar folk, Jar full of Narco's Sparknotes, sharpening our quotes So I might harm you with jargon From Hartford to Charlotte I'm turning white carpet to garnet Ac go hard as a bargain, so beat it A smarmy elitist, I'm a star, I'm a genius My verse is evil, ask Tucker and Dale Gone with the first breeze I catch under the sail We expatiate at a crazy rate, radiate rabies Better cash in all your rainy day savings, cuz I'm a storm of colossal proportions A positive force try'na cop some endorsements, yo I'm sick of slop in a short dish, so I ain't finna stop til I'm buyin' lobster and swordfish Acumental creep from the shore to the smoosh room Poor fellow's sweeping the floor with a pushbroom We be them grouching' louses with the boundless prowess Throw it down then I bounce up out this [Verse 2: Terminal Knowledge] Yo your movement is not moving A hop skip and a jump through the hoops and I guess I gotta wear a costume to do it Sick of the robbery Sick of you wannabe intellectuals Property theft bothers me, but I guess we're due I ain't gonna shout, y'all just gotta let me speak I don't want a lot, just enough to wet my beak I'm not lyin', you cowardly Stop by in an hour And we'll cook it pot fried with the lawrys Bring the cavalcade through your home Breakin' your bones Strong arm stretch gravitational pull Stop the tear flow Stop the coulda, shoulda, woulda Choppin' booger sugar 'til the mirror broke and I ain't gonna raise my voice to make a point Kickin' a dead horse A lazy boy riddled with bed sores Stickin' Maxi pads in his nasty a** armpits Actin' standoffish to you Patrick-a** starfish Slash to Thad Jarvis Sinatra to Bublé Rob to the Goulet Y to the 2K Fly like a bouquet Lay on the duvet Stay high resolution, blu-ray, oops wait A mystery wrapped in a riddle wrapped in an enigma Watchin' Malcom in the Middle, so don't ask me for the clicka Snacking on a pigs foot, pack a stick and bindle In the flatbed of a pickup, yo I snaps the bigger picture