Pauer - 2.11.13 lyrics

[Verse 1: Pauer] Ugh Tell me am I workin' out The nearby mortician has lost his f**in' body count I've been k**in' em The rest just stole Mitt Romney's route Looks like it's time for you to get a new hobby, pal They're lookin' up to me Like do I call you P-O-W, Pauly, Pauer To be honest, I don't really give a f** The vison's gettin' to your idol's status, but way further above (Straight Up) Well my music's still hitting deeper than the depths of 7 seas I'll rap about elderly problems at the age of 17 I'll rap about heaven's problems the night after I rest in peace Ask God what's my definition, he'll say "He's a blessing, jeez" If it wasn't already plain to see, I'll send you to the nearest doctor's office of optometry You'll have insomnia, the next time you try and sleep on me Crush your motherf**in' dreams, call it "Grim Reap" your sleep