Despot - Crap Artists lyrics

[Verse 1: Despot] Everyone clap for the crap artists A pat on the back to whichever one sounds smartest Capture the magic of blabberin' half-hearted And the last rambling man standing laughs hardest Pan-handling a grand, standing on red carpets Doing the camera flash dance in new pants, targets Tune in to catch a glance of a new fad starting They only listen when you spittin' what the bad part is Eyes glazed over, watch your idols cry for food Words big as their appetites and none of them are true Fresh out of sh** to say but still got plenty to prove Like these words were made for talking and talking's not for you My sleeves are stuffed with better ways to say things I pull them out at the first hint of the spell breaking Real magic making for an honorable mention So clap where people can see you my ego needs tending Only tip my hat to cats with scratch to toss in it Fill it up, while the rabbit distracts the lost children Make a living off of milking them for teardrops And mashing words together till the mother f**ing beat stops Soon enough they'll tell you that you're spouting out their dreams Not the racket of an idiot with eyes on that supreme spot And a folding chair to pull up at the top For a seat next to the toilet where the sh** doesn't stink drops Could almost see it everytime I pitch rocks Camped out in a gla** house with a slingshot [Hook: Despot] (3x) I get paid to breathe Hooray for me Hooray for me Hooray for me [Verse 2: Despot] Great job rapping, now the second-hand knows your name And is playing bloody knuckles with your 15 minutes of fame That spot on the top 10 list's just a stain But everything looks better when you put it in a frame Just hang it next to that impressive portrait in your pane And nag about how it's unfortunate to be the same Charge 'em for a peek, push 'em out quick, "Thanks for coming." Super-star mystique; couldn't see what, but it was stunning Get every wimpering crowd buzzin' Till that old fat lady's too weak to sing above it So it's over when it's muffled by the rumble of her stomach Or somebody dent a shovel thinking they finally struck it For the deeper meaning, dig cause your treasure's a whoopie cushion And a fresh new grave you already put your foot in Sitting on a secret, now you're embarra**ed for looking And that big red bu*ton looks about ripe for pushing Someone mistook the magic beans for food So whoever fart the loudest is obviously the truth And what could make me prouder than pouring salt in the wounds Of them kids who still believe cows jump over moons Something to do while making sure you all stay dizzy Ball up the fist, squeeze the life out of pretty Wait until their back's turned, screaming "Don't hit me!" And they'll find no pity, cause the sign said "Kick Me" [Hook: Despot] (3x)