Lice - Pins and Needles lyrics

Mom? Are you busy? Not right now
Honey can I help you with something?
I hope so my head has
Really been itching lately
Let me have a look oh dear what is it, Mom?
Just as I suspected, it's lice

Call me if you need a
Bum to bring the belching
Or a situation worsened by someone
Who thinks they're helping
The drums are eatin' healthy hell
He might deploy the garrison
Who rap like hanging out with
Rappers hadn't turned to parenting
(It had) Barrel over
Everyone you're parroting
He don't need a map to lead
A rat into the Paris green
Professionally peeking through the blinds
I will read up on your peeves I
Will eat up all your fries
They don't make enough tie-dye my size
People wondering, what race am I?
Yet they build an Aes-and-I shrine
Taxin' fools like H&R Block, Agent Orange
Get your A&R shot
Space to roam, like the Italy spot
Bitter critters get at me for diddly squat
Stop I'd point out if not for being tasteless
All your faces at the base of my yo

You on point, Sand? All the time, Aes
You on point, Sand? All the time, Aes
You on point, Sand? All the time, Aes
Well, then
Grab the microphone I'm late for my own wake

Will do, just write down the address where
I can bill you
Sandy feeling wholesome 'midst the soap
Scum and the mildew
Councilmen for sponsoring bikinis for
The swim team life would be tragic without
Egyptian Magic skin cream
Minister of shit's creek, Ballroom Blitzing
Under cloud cover
The color of fresh squid ink
Five dollar milkshake
Half raw New York strip steak
Jaguar shark in the fish tank
Batman in a bird cage, birdbrain
Go shawty, it's your birfday
"Danger" isn't my middle name
It's my first name
These pretzels are making me thirs tay
Yo, my parents still don't understand
How their stoner son could turn a
Silver tongue into a brand
Hack pulp writer, neither young or in demand
More a pandemic
Crawling from the guts of the expanse

You on point, Aes? All the time, Sand
You on point, Aes? All the time, Sand
You on point, Aes? yeah all the time, Sand
Well, then, grab the microphone
And lift the Muslim ban

Ugh, twists and turns and turns and twists
When I step into the mall, they yell
"Burn the witch"
I serve with wailing spirit's
And weeping walls
Cave-dwellers and whoever look
The least evolved
He freefall through traffic
Short a couple hubcaps
Sword high wore a white tie to the bloodbath
Don Mattingly mustache naked lady mud-flaps
Funk that, thumbtacks for your dunce cap
It's my world my ex-girl got me a gun rack
Tried to rub against me with her funbags
Changed man now, I'm above that
I vowed to search for where
They'd hidden the gem but nowadays
I'm more concerned with hitting the gym
Boondogles of the prodigal son
Beer goggles for the cardinal sin