FV - Krusty's Children lyrics

Alright, friends, you must be trippin
A bunch of wacky-ass clowns
Are you Krusty's children?
That's hella great, one-two
Man my stuff is wicked
Don't hestitate, kung-fu
I'mma bust these chickens
Must be the sickest, man
My throat is itching
Don't have a lotta policies
But I'm opposed to bitching
I'm like a - drug dealer
Never closed to business
And I'm iller than a pillow
Of a hoe with syphilis
Even the childrens know the flow's ridiculous
Really though I'm really bored and
I'm growing sick of it the daily minefield
Lord of War like Nicholas
I'm going to spit whatever my
Tounge will hit me with they say I'm crazy
That's a load of gibberish
Aw, you see a flaw and I'm
Supposed to give a shit?
Nah, Because I know that what
I show is riveting
Am I the greatest, well, hold on, man
Lemme think
I have to say, yes ma'am - affirmative
Even though my background screams that I
Am a white suburban kid
Listen to me and check those
Tight-ass words I spit
I'm not one to sit there
I'm defiantly stirring the mix
The school is out
But you're not over learning shit
And the sting of knowledge, son
It's going to burn just a bit
My soul is golden, you're not gold
You're silverish so, riddle me this
Who's the boldest villain there is?
That's me, I'm glad we agree
What can I say, man, gee
All you challengers flee
I'm like the RZA, mothafuckers
It's apalling to me
And you know what? I got no friends
You're all enemies

All you misognystic weirdo fucks, talk
About nothing but fucking bitches
Doing chicks, screwing females
Banging babes
Pounding girls, boning honeys
Porking sluts and
And that's just not my style, that's not my
Style, at all, wanna know why? Okay
I tell you why

'Cause I don't fuck bitches
I am more considerate - I hug bitches
And ask them how their day went
Was it fun, bitches?
I got heart beating so strong
That my lung itches i'm such a gentleman
Her cunt twitches
I am a hunter-gatherer so really fuck fridges
I roll a fatty and I burn
It - you're in motherfucking luck, briges
Life's a bitch and the slut's frigid
And fuck Death
'cause she isn't giving up the digit's (Aha)
But this is it, man, I gotta live it
I'm like motherfucking Earth, man
I gotta pivot
I will be winning for eternity not a minute
But not this moment, 'cause my stomach's
Got about a dozen bottles in him
And pretty soon, I be vomiting 'em
It's such a shame though
'cause so much alcohol was in'em
A quick sneeze and I'm back on my feet
Asking for weed
Take a puff and I'm back for dinner