Sandpeople - Group Home lyrics
[Sandpeople - Group Home lyrics]
I pick up bitches at the food court
Listenin' to Too Short
Offer 'em a newport, ask 'em if they do porn
Impregnate 'em at they school dorm
Then they gave birth to lukewarm
Newborns that grew horns
Choke a rec exec by his necktie
Break him down to polypeptides
Like I won't polly next time
You prolly guess I'm bitin' the bullet
I give right and live life to the fullest
Motherfucker
You rappers are half dead
We're liver than fuck
You got screws loose? My
Flathead'll tighten 'em up a crazy nut
Washing my knife until the blade is rust
That way when my veins are cut
Either way I'm fucked
Just keep your mind focused on this Earth
Feet planted while I'm blindfolded drawing
Perfect circles freehanded
Just working on my mic cord reflex
The cyborg life form psych ward reject
I sit back, lettin' the ink script
An exotic location for me to defeat stress
Put it to sleep rest I never will beat death
But, I'll keep it close and make
The most out of each step
I been around the block
Worked around the clock
Still not really sure the amount
My bank account has dropped
I ain't bout to stop, I got crowds to rock
They cheer as I move the
Mountain top they shoutin' off
I strap the cityscape something haggard
The knuckle dragger puddle splasher
Who keeps it moving in a forward manner
There's cats who just stand there
And those who hustle backwards
And when they lose their glamor
What's good for the goose is
Good for the gander
It's fear factor in the city strip
Not factoring the idiots
Disassemble them cause only a
Robot can go dumb
And short c-c-circuit searching
For whatever's golden
I can't seem to dig myself
Up out of this hole
It's got a hold on me like Emilie Rose
In the Rose City I see
Demons everywhere that I go
Saw a ghost in shelltoes it was Jay
He was saying "Walk this way"
I never made it back
Up outta this straitjacket
Schizophrenic demented the way
I treat rappers
Like, like I'm losing it again
Now step to this and let me
Introduce you to the end
Let me show you my turf, without Google Earth
Most are out for the perks
I'm out to oust Lucifer
It's two for four 40s, forty hand Fridays
A star without a universe
Glued to his MySpace
I'm sitting sideways in my dirty ass holes
I'm a dirty asshole wearing purty ass clothes
It's the City of the Rose
Hiphop and heavy metal
Yeah the City of the Rose
Cause we all peddle
I turn on the loudspeaker
To clown you mouthbreathers
Before you weren't down but sure
Now you sound eager
To try to comprehend or read what I wrote
People are blown away cause they overrated
Favorites don't even come close
Speak for your own
I constantly have to talk to peeps
And tell them that they're
Obsolete and it shows
We create the music to trance for
The truth to the answer
Removing the trash there's no
Delusions of grandeur
Yo I'm really honored to rep the NEP
As hard as I possibly can
Without a word from your sponsors
Independently pressed
Northwest we taking action
Motivated tryin' to make shit happen
Some choose to do it in a mainstream fashion
A more flashy approach to
Promoting the backpackers
A more fancier glow on your digi pack package
But we still pack the show and
Keep the fans hands clapping
Listenin' to Too Short
Offer 'em a newport, ask 'em if they do porn
Impregnate 'em at they school dorm
Then they gave birth to lukewarm
Newborns that grew horns
Choke a rec exec by his necktie
Break him down to polypeptides
Like I won't polly next time
You prolly guess I'm bitin' the bullet
I give right and live life to the fullest
Motherfucker
You rappers are half dead
We're liver than fuck
You got screws loose? My
Flathead'll tighten 'em up a crazy nut
Washing my knife until the blade is rust
That way when my veins are cut
Either way I'm fucked
Just keep your mind focused on this Earth
Feet planted while I'm blindfolded drawing
Perfect circles freehanded
Just working on my mic cord reflex
The cyborg life form psych ward reject
I sit back, lettin' the ink script
An exotic location for me to defeat stress
Put it to sleep rest I never will beat death
But, I'll keep it close and make
The most out of each step
I been around the block
Worked around the clock
Still not really sure the amount
My bank account has dropped
I ain't bout to stop, I got crowds to rock
They cheer as I move the
Mountain top they shoutin' off
I strap the cityscape something haggard
The knuckle dragger puddle splasher
Who keeps it moving in a forward manner
There's cats who just stand there
And those who hustle backwards
And when they lose their glamor
What's good for the goose is
Good for the gander
It's fear factor in the city strip
Not factoring the idiots
Disassemble them cause only a
Robot can go dumb
And short c-c-circuit searching
For whatever's golden
I can't seem to dig myself
Up out of this hole
It's got a hold on me like Emilie Rose
In the Rose City I see
Demons everywhere that I go
Saw a ghost in shelltoes it was Jay
He was saying "Walk this way"
I never made it back
Up outta this straitjacket
Schizophrenic demented the way
I treat rappers
Like, like I'm losing it again
Now step to this and let me
Introduce you to the end
Let me show you my turf, without Google Earth
Most are out for the perks
I'm out to oust Lucifer
It's two for four 40s, forty hand Fridays
A star without a universe
Glued to his MySpace
I'm sitting sideways in my dirty ass holes
I'm a dirty asshole wearing purty ass clothes
It's the City of the Rose
Hiphop and heavy metal
Yeah the City of the Rose
Cause we all peddle
I turn on the loudspeaker
To clown you mouthbreathers
Before you weren't down but sure
Now you sound eager
To try to comprehend or read what I wrote
People are blown away cause they overrated
Favorites don't even come close
Speak for your own
I constantly have to talk to peeps
And tell them that they're
Obsolete and it shows
We create the music to trance for
The truth to the answer
Removing the trash there's no
Delusions of grandeur
Yo I'm really honored to rep the NEP
As hard as I possibly can
Without a word from your sponsors
Independently pressed
Northwest we taking action
Motivated tryin' to make shit happen
Some choose to do it in a mainstream fashion
A more flashy approach to
Promoting the backpackers
A more fancier glow on your digi pack package
But we still pack the show and
Keep the fans hands clapping