The Palmer Squares - Engelbert Humperdinck lyrics

[Terminal Knowledge] They said describe my rivals with a single word: Underling What you think? I can't see you swing from your puppet strings? A couple drinks in me, glazed eyes, we stay fly Like a lesbian seagull, Engelbert Humperdinck Leave my signature in blood between your brow and your hairline Fist bumped and bounce to the square, ride out On top of sh**, y'all incompetent Lean wit it rock wit it? Please put a sock in it Greasing the palms with a finsky I'm awfully skimpy Just spit in my food dog, I tip cheap Keep it cold, we be leaving' speakers blown When we creepin on what we creepin on A chorus gone bombs over bagdhad, pfft oh baloney I support the cause, hashtag Joseph Kony! No sh** One time for the wolf's head Scroll & Keys, Skull and Bones cronies with no cajones Hold the phone, it's the thorn in your side Scorned and despised by the lord in the skies I'm a stoner and a hippie, who's known for getting lippy Popeye want the spinach, hold the chicken crispy You know what, lemme get the chicken crispy, and a Mr. Pibb Use a swizzle stick to mix the whiskey I'm pretty tipsy, it's time to face an audience f** slurred words, Term'll chase 'em out this b**h Take a bow, get hit with tomatoes, a sight unseen Atheist lighting trees and spinning dreidels Break fast, what a meshugana putz Tried to walk a straight path but couldn't adjust The lobotomized philosopher sodomizing commoners I'm a fountain of knowledge, watch the geyser burst Germ free, Term sure to warsh up And get his hands dirty when he's thirsty for more blood They say I mumble, dumb luck, staying humble Until the day come these motherf**ers pay him double I'll take an odd job and do it shoddy, sh** who gon' stop me? Not the Mod Squad or the Illuminati We mean business, no cheap gimmicks Just flea-ridden sleaze steeze in the beat kitchen Free written spit, y'all stem and seed pickin' We sit and cheef piff still we're ski-lifted b**h Braggadocio, I f**ing rock Do you plan to vote for antisocial or Uncle Tom? I'm so handsome, sh** that's what my mommy says Cro Magnon, sh** that's f**ing obvious Cuz I growl and fling poo with my hands Draw the Vitruvian Man with loose leaf and crayons Hot as a pot of pea soup, done shot the breeze With Dr. Michio Kaku on top of the Machu Pichu It's hard to hear you, rappers sound like R2D2 f** nodding to the beat, I gotta stop and regroup Oh you wrote a blog? Can't rely on that If you born a dog, you can't just die a cat Read the riot act, teary eyes and a pale face Chopping gangster rails on the periodic table I gotta be stopped. Pfft, probably not Order a round of shots and a wobbly pop, I'm bout to drop It's so easy Beach squad coming out with a DRO EP f**ing, s** a dick and stuff, dog