Let's make friends
And not refer to rap monikers and astronomers
And be fun-loving
I'll give you roses, about one dozen
Everyone one at this party is so dumb and aloof
But you pry open closed minds like a sunroof
And you're interplanetary
And they're hindered while you're candid and carefree
Your impression of that political figure was done with cynical vigor
And it was so fucking funny
You're a conduit of impromptu skits
If your karma's bad
You need to disrobe
That armor-clad xenophobe that resides in your innards
Before you die and wither
Your inner playground's full of cobwebs
But I'll help you reach that obtainable godhead
Through Tai Chi stretching
And improvised rapping
So what if the posh are wed to the idea
That we're bastardized and crossbred?
They can't hint the live acts' whim
Or synthesize the vaccine

They await the star's hardened prick
And his guitar pick made of arsenic
But my sardonic wit goes far beyond it
Let's forget the rock star ethos
And go to the underground celebrity roast
And make some friends
And forsake the trends
We'll throw rocks at tanks
Erase the programs
Leave the robots blank
And curb spending habits
Through serendipity

Let's make friends

Is it all ages or 21 and over?
Because Miss Honey Bun is older than a pre-teen TV screen
I suggest let's run with the sun at our shoulders
I have money in my gun holster
And several drink tickets
But by the end of our interaction
You'll probably think I need to pay a shrink a visit
Because tonight I'll treat you like girl meat
Dressed in a sesame seed bun
Asking you and your homegirl if you're interested in a threesome
But I'm out of line
Because you're an under-sexed lady cop
But you rubbernecked when I came in the spot
I gave you enough respect or maybe not
You're the cashier at Wal-Mart kissing the traveling man
I'll give you a papsmear a la carte
In our 15-passenger van at my show
The ephemeral girlfriend with extra baby fat
Courted by the LA megalomaniac
And you're much more friendly than the rats I know

I tried to foster a newfound love that a kiss led to
Oh how I misread you
And I just tried to be the downest homie
But our friendship was short-lived you weren't supportive
And saw I had a speech impediment like Pork Pig
But to say we can't be friends is not so
We can go to a hip-hop show and join arms
In unison at the soy farm

Wielding racy aphorisms I Billy club your color line
Refusing to join forces with your indie-stud wunderkind
I rather embrace what your city slum undermines
And encourage the idiom of bump-and-grind
Sickly glum of unbuttoned minds
I prime my condemned shell to excrete
a lithium honey wine for you frowning fucks
When trend arbitrators present my tortured lore adorned
Gags are soaked in chloroform
You get the same if youre poor in form
With your flip full-tuck and triple-lutz into this icy brook
War is sworn on my forlorned psyches soot

Ive got people to disappoint, I got mistakes to make,
How can you believe that Im not a waste of space,
Oh Im sorry to disappoint, I seldom save face
But how can I speak your language
when I dont know my own
Ive got people to disappoint, I got mistakes to make,
Your eroded innards are my favorite place,
Oh Im sorry to disappoint, I seldom save face
How can I speak your language?
How can I speak your language?

Too self-assured to ever treat her well
Kiss the off-colored tree frog
We turn into black Keebler elves
Opposite elephants on sea-saws
Android man-boy befriends the chic, mod tinker bell
Then runs away from home until my knees throb,
sneakers smell
Til my every tirade activates Jihad sleeper-cells
Til flag wavers say, please God we need your help
Still Im precarious and flat-footed
Like youre arrogant at a gun show
I holler at your Marilyn Monroe
With declarative mumbo-jumbo my narrative unfolds
To a housed narcissism
Parented by a bum hole
I cling to pointless ventures
and inveigh buoyant pest verve
I suck

Ive got people to disappoint,
Ive got mistakes to make,
How can you believe that Im not a waste of space,
Im sorry to disappoint
I seldom save face
But how can I speak your language
When I dont know my own
I got people to disappoint, I got mistakes to make,
Your eroded innards are my favorite place,
Oh I%uFFFDm sorry to disappoint, I seldom save face
How can I speak your language?
How can I speak your language?

Its unfitting but I stay all pensive and meek
In cities where girls dress Greek
And foods too expensive to eat
And n***as gangbang on Sesame Street
I got too many requests to meet

I got people to disappoint, I got mistakes to make,
How can you believe that Im not a waste of space,
Oh Im sorry to disappoint, I seldom save face
But how can I speak your language
When I dont know my own

I got people to disappoint, I got mistakes to make,
Your eroded innards are my favorite place,
Oh Im sorry to disappoint, I seldom save face
How can I speak your language?
How can I speak your language?

Im just here to hold your hand when you die
and to show you around imaginary places
puttin many lumps on my bloody stump
edible habits so I bit the perfect circle
die in your sleep with the sky at your feet
ill shoot you when your happy on the day that you will find peace
how did you do it, i dont know, im ok
every person i know is a secret sorta agent
cuz im accused of lewd conducts
(all prove hard to rate the prompts?) (**my guess**)
any kind of rumor for em, may they rest to put me in a loony bin
a funny farm a coo coo but they need a villian

Im just here to hold your hand when you die
there is not a sicker person that can do it better
no need to skip it in my eco system
but in the audience of me being evil christian
H-M know how I hate him so
but he charged me for a halo
but im on a scavenger hunt for a map with a chunk
of a sky mirror Ill go crazy with a mud pie
I play dead songs on the sill screen
Iron my shirt it is a chill dream
It is on to lead away to the stair well till we gut him in it
straight up from the center finally fair-well

Im just here to hold your hand when you die
and to give your assault rifle a bannana clip
flow in the dark when i stroll in the park
giving everybody informative pamphletes
no sign of life for as far as i can see
everybodys just charred meat up in the car seat
eat shit and die to the secret spy
cuz i have this funny feeling that im being watched
24-hour survailance
money or power or ailments
whyd they send the medical the he shimmered me the hammer
it was way too much you coulda went and had 200

Im just here to hold your hand when you die
Psycho better cause trouble runnin for your soft spot
late market closed, and the irk on her nose
turned into a deadly gas flowin through the air ducts
shes had no love for the thought that she was
she doesnt love me cuz I dont have the right hair cut
Im miss-understood, I just face it, Im no good
but I will not appologize for anything that I say
My name is Mr Busdriver
this is the producer Paris
we are not embarassed to admit that we were purchasing a bit
of our own imaginary place

kids.. if you want to piss off your parents
show interest in the arts

kids.. if you really want to piss off your parents
buy real estate in an imaginary place.. oh yes

ok ok, alright, um, yea..
now
move!

- lots of scratching -

gotta do my shout outs now.. (peace to)

Im just here to hold your hand when you die
Paris and Daddy care, theyll also be there too

Im just here to hold your hand when you die
Unless you get the (senamums) to her we'll help you

Im just here to hold your hand when you die
Feel the fellowship announced everyone will help you

Im just here to hold your hand when you die
Shoulda been an empire hip hop clan too

Im just here to hold your hand to die
Im just here to hold your hand when you
Just here to hold your hand..
when you die..