Edan – Sing It, Shitface lyrics

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effects spiracle, a e*****taking, shitty Mc tongues to the frozen flagpole I
farted family functions landing, punches in the face of life I
paid the grand three hundred for my beat machine my, body I
keep it clean by, eating vegetables while, you claim indestructible I
made 'em feel uncomfortable by talking about my hemroids And
now my parakeet's unemployed I, enjoyed watching old men Put
pens oil all inside the engines while, eating cookies kept in tin foil I
been spoiled like, an underwear that's been soiled by my opponents When
I assemble my microphone kit most, kids are mere domeless I
wonder what they folks did to make 'em think they flow swift with broken focus Vocals
Are??? sung while, my guitar is strung and, inplugged to make the hip hop Pure
it's cents up sure, it's ten bucks to come and see me at a show But
when I stage dive into jello you won't care about the dough But
if you still think my s t**is wack you'll, get you're money back And
then you leave the show running, into two men with funny hats They'll
beat the f k**out of you and take your wallet out of your back pocket After
that you swell up in the high sockets then, I'll finish my show and go to The
parking lot to meet the two men who, then put your loot in my pocket I
try jocking myself but that didn't work after, I realised that God was Watching
with a hidden smirk I, s t**a turd that stunk the house for three weekends Instead
of Rnb b s*****I, do my hooks with Japanese kids (Chorus

Japanese: Kid Singing) So

Sing it Shitface Ooh

I, love farting in the bathtub at, clubs at, home On
the road in, your face unload in, your eyeball Fart
while walking on the sidewalk after, nightfall To
the point you spray lights all despite, all the things That
the people might say I, grab my genitals and tell'em have a nice day The
right way to, grab a mic is constantly exhibiting If
I mean then, the mc knows he's unlimited it's, intimate Like
water splashing on the coast lines Where
I go to town meetings And
on the bulletin board I post rhymes most, times Don't
give a f k**about what you telling me I
get excited and crash your third grade spelling bee And
just as a girl named Bethany is about to win my spelling cheese I
interrupt the train of thought by yelling freeze And
when she sees that I'm nothing but a prankster She
tells the teacher but, I proceed to go And
yank her for her title of, third grade vocabulary champion She
starts to cry I, say that's: what you get for tampering With
the wordsmith with, the verb gift The
principal got nervous when, I ran into his office shirtless What's
the purpose of terrorising elementary schools I?
don't know but, I penetrate your brain with entry tools Narratives
from the battletongue My
record collection consists of twenty-two copies of Aqualung Atheling
is what I need to rock a venue I
then do some percolating s t**on the wheels to cold end you Got
the versatility of ten dudes next, stop my little shitface friend Serves
a chorus up from the menu So

Sing it shitface (chorus

Japanese: Kid Singing)