The Palmer Squares - Broken Language lyrics

[Acumental] Call me the gun jumper, the young wonder Chum scrubber, the fun loving rug muncher out to one-up ya Bum rusher, the sand bagger The gut buster, the gan packer The ham handed mad hatter With his pants saggin' Ransack your residence For stacks of Benjamins And dash in a black Lancer I'm Dan Rather Clap trap crash lander Get high and diddle-a-ho You can ask Flanders Or Ann Landers I'm a** backwards Make an infantile rapper sh** his damn Pampers The card shuffler I play the field Gerard Butler Spark nugget then make a drink at the bar and chug it The word scribbler, bird flipper I'm Dirk Diggler A skirt lifting perv with a firm member The interloper rippin' open manila folders I'm still a soldier My sh** is dope if you didn't notice The eavesdropper, teeth stomper Leavin' MCs clobbered Livin' in complete squalor Beef squasher, cheap shot to your ding donger Eat blotter by the sheet and find the street walker B-bopper, squeeze double D knockers E popper, pullin' strings like a Sting concert Speech monger, king conqueror Deep thoughts occur, graduating with the dean's honor Clean clocker, the clot cleaner, the plot schemer You can't see me, I'm John Cena The finger-banger, tinker tailor, I seek the paper Creep and caper through your street and wake the sleepin' neighbors A freak of nature, cap twister The mad trickster in the alley Better watch your back mister I slam sizurp, a** pincher, snap pictures If P-Squares be the clan, I'm the grand wizard No racial, I'm so tasteful Smokin' like Joe Frazier wasted with a coke nasal Old Faithful, bowl scraper, blow vapor We bring Chicago to LA, Bulls Lakers The shady fibber, A lady getter naked with the babysitter Yo I smash the kitty like I'm Jason Ritter Alternative comic, surly methodic, absurd and iconic Now ladies and gents, Terminal Knowledge [Terminal Knowledge] The rain maker, wave breaker, crank yanker Pain steaker, blaze dank herb Nowadays there's no heart in this art Just pacemakers, race baiters Bank paid slave traders Play favorites and chase papers Place wagers, you can bet I'm one heck of a game changer Safe haven to grave danger Faith based cake bakers Say grace you dang fakers The pampered suburban, pandering merchant A blathering jerk that you have at his nerve's end Look closer, the caster of curses Channel animal urges Foot soldiers are the fascist coercion An infatuate person, romantic as a Latin verb is Acu and Term been had it wrapped like a turban I've had it y'all, finna grab my balls Snort some Adderall and fall flat like a catch for the mer-man Stop hatin', grew pot in my Mom's basement No I'm not gangster, but I'm so Tom Hagan Go figure, the blow sniffer, nose picker Gold bricker, toe tipper, goal kicker Had enough, I'm so sick of it I try to call their bluff but they don't pick up No answer, The Righteous Brother Pipe puffer with throat cancer Michael Douglas Consult your doctor, code of honor Cold lager and a bowl of molten lava Bullet dodger No it's not the Matrix Clones and doppelgangers Love movement, Lickin' the boot of a dominatrix The sub-human, cud chewing, spun doofus Last screw to come loose, an obtuse prick I make the swish sweeter, with reefer Big leaguer, pitch heaters Grin like a sh** eater, skin deep Glitch like a pinwheel P-Squares attached at the hip, beeper If it's out of my hands, then it's not in yours either Sword wielder, blood sport, score keeper Gunnin' the Ford T-Bird, with the blunt torched I come forth in worn sneakers and a torn T-shirt Do some more research before speakin' I work all week then fall asleep all weekend Count sheep, bong chiefin' as the song peaks I was spawned beneath the wrong reasons and a false pretense