Writing on a piece of paper
Being the one who can do it
Washing the dishes, being the scrapper
Sitting and resting like a little zit
Waiting to pop up and blow into bits
Isn’t there any place where one can fit?
Oh no there isn’t there’s no place to sit!
I get up from my sweet dreams
Get up with pressure cooking releasing its steams
It’s damn annoying when it rings four times for the breakfast stall
Someone else’s food is my wakeup call
I get up, roll over, sit and get up
Finish my work inside and get ready
Go to the kitchen and get a cup
Drinking some alcohol to keep things steady
It’s my vice
But it comes with a price
In fact it comes thrice
A day when I don’t have my vice
Things seem so low, I need some spice
In my life where there’s no dancing
No dancing with a horse half woman prancing
I look around to see the mess
I’m so useless I have so many crimes, I have no witness
But I have to go, go sit and confess
About the things that I’ve done, thing’s I’m about to press
In the modern world there seems to be a lot of stress
So why not sing about it or wear a nice dress
Because people would laugh at you, look at you and stare at you
They’d go mad and grow so sad of you, that they’ll throw bananas and maybe even your favorite shoe
Now you have got to wait I have to go to the loo
No you can’t turn on the TV and watch Scooby doo
The dog is a coward and runs away even if you say boo
If there’s anybody the dogs in the real world would like to sue
I’m sure it’s going to be Scooby doo and the person who is watching it, you!
Great, I’m back I hope you didn’t have my mid day meal snack
Otherwise you’ll end up in a sack
Like the rest of the buddies from the lone range wolf pack
You want to come at me and attack
I’ll slap some sense into you and even give you a thwack
Get some sense in that rack
Which world you living in Mack?
Oh sorry your name is jack?
Who the f are you, get your hands off my stack
So I lock my door, look at my neighbor
I ask her, are you looking at me?
She says, are you looking at me?
I say, I’m not looking at you, Betty sue
She says, then why you looking at me with your eyes so big and blue
I say, lady you got a problem with me?
She says, you got a problem with me little wannabe?
I say what?
She says that’s right son you got caught
I ask her how you knew.
She said, there are many like me and so few of you
So I shut the conversation and I go outsideLiving like a citizen with laws to abide
A new leaf here I come
Oh my god, look at the shop, here I come
I go to buy some little snickers
I see that a dude is having the lickers at me snickers
I ask him to keep his hands off the snickers
But he goes on twirling his tongue and his fingers
There is more rage to me than inside me that it lingers
We start a fight for which they call the cops
Sentence for 2 hours maximum tops
Beaten up beaten bad
I go and see I have to share my cell with a beaten dad
I hear that he’s mad
But why am I with him I don’t understand
It’s because I don’t that’s why I’m in a band
It’s called the “knoockers” and they are psyche to the core
What the hell am I saying am I being a bore?
I’m giving you more than what you paid for
You want more?
I can’t give away much, I have my fans to adore
Wake up now, go open the door
Get to work or you’ll mop the floor
Meet the man say hello
So whatever I say
Is going to blow away
Because your don’t have the patience to stay awake
To listen to my chatter
To listen to my banter
Because I’m a rhyme gamer
A mind framer
Keeping you lost in the syllables of line tamer
Go ahead give your best
Because you know it’s your own freaking test