Rumsuck

Come on, ain't I too uptown
To be flanked by pariahs
Every place that I frequent.
Low budget call girls and their sordid clients.
Ew. I'm surrounded by heathens.
This brother just wanna go home
Or everybody else to leave.
Ain't a goddamn one of you
Dipshit American pricks here with morals.
Oh excuse me, convictions
Gs, scenesters, yuppies, guidos.
What should I call you?
Fucking hollow traditions.
This brother just wanna go home
Or everybody else to leave.
You trendies and all of your clones
Are the equivalent of shit to me.
Man, what a lame ass time and place to be alive.
Fuck it.
Have I stooped so low handcuffed in pajamas
In front of Momma.
Have you ever sold coke to a high school acquaintance
At a highway Mcdonalds
And felt like a faithless wretch that the world just swallowed?
This brother just wanna go home
Or everybody else to leave.
These yuppies and all of their blow
Are the equivalent of shit to me.
Make it a car bomb and captain n coke
And I'm gonna need a L.I.T.
This brother just wanna just wanna go home.
Dude, I ain't got the stomach to dance.
Where my car keys?