[Verse: Stanley Ipkuss] Life is sour like those yellow lemon gumdrops Though he fights the power he gets mellow when the fun stops Kid with the crusty lips, shell toes & dumb socks Fitted in a trusty lid & well known to run stops Stuck in a tunnel like a pipe full of dreams But the tunnel vision he's glimpsin' is site for the green Filled with rightful esteem, but a pessimistic viewpoint Easily evidently catch him kickin' new joints And kind of nervous too, gotta admit But soon as they heard it they reverted & popped it in switch Blessed with a proper gift, felt entitled to a good rep Stuck in the same path recycling foot steps Duckin' the rain splashes, slightly his hood's wet Rubbin' the paint patches right off his wool threads Phantom of the night time a vandal at daybreak Other folks don't seem to handle it the same way But it's handled & it's done with Never scramblin' to make plans the man always ran with the punches And the only thing that'd drive him insane Is gettin' flyers from promoters, with an "I" in his name, he sayin' [Chorus] I.P.K.U.S.S [x4] Yes It's spelled I.P.K.U.S.S [x4] U.S.S