MC Paul Barman - Excuse You lyrics

I make def tunes, take from MF Doom and Jeff Koons No one left for the restrooms when I got on stage I can rock the mic to silence by John Cage With the arty flavor, I shoot the gift like a party favor Flip the script and make it do cartwheels Feel smart, steal hearts and start meals with chocolates I drop gems like I got holes in my pockets Why talk, heck, oh f** I catch wreck like a tow truck, silly kid I'm iller than the Iliad and flow more than Shoah While you're so corny you've gotta SOH CAH TOA PEMDAS EFX the number one skirmisher I'm in the house like furniture, pessimist I'll push the envelope off a precipice I push the envelope so hard, it says 'excuse you' Take two and pa**, make you spin on your a** Like a green paint sprinkler on white gra** I'm rapping, son (you're not my dad) If you think you think outside the box, you're trapped in one I'm advancing the art form, depantsing a fat storm Some people don't like thinking, I guess it's too hard for 'em My dope duds don't touch soap suds I keep it realer than a rotoscope does I keep it more Gully than Jonathan Livingston Brag rhymes have no lag times, acrostics, narratives Fibbonacci challenge poems, declarative palendromes Manifestoes, my five fans can attest, yo Coming soon, Morse code Kiragami, Krikigami, Kirigami, Origami Bombard you with retard-uous wordplay Rhymes come so easy I issue harsher restraints And if I had any rhythm, maybe you'd finally faint The way I communicate can make a freakin' eunuch mate I write first person, light verse in a white hearse And I'm the Ne plus ultra of B plus culture My goal is to make you go Holy frijoles Jesus H. Christ, where H stands for Holy crap To boldly rap into the outer reaches, this doubter teachers Defining God as aligning a divining rod with your reclining bod Cause life is fickle, hellish, anemic, sickle cellish Dude, you'll get chopped up like pickle relish And when we perish, we're, what's the term dude, worm food Worm food, friends' memories fade, you're remembered by what you've made So I intertwine my mind and my rhymes in a braid I bunjie jump into my grungy dump And come up with a trust fundy, dust bunny, spongey clump I got a very goth towel, a Terry Clark cowel And when I wear it, I'm a hairy moth owl