Got a caveman banging on my back door Got a hang man hanging on my front lawn Got an old maid wasting away in the living room Kids in the kitchen with their mouths full of silver spoons Got a paper full of yellow journalism A restraunt waiter selling me words of wisdom The small town crier is chilling with the village idiots The big city slickers are still busy building pyramids Got a dimploma but no wall to hang it Tags on the bathroom stall to make me famous A job description that don't fit the bill a fatal femme fatale dressed to k** Get me out of this, lie detector test My pupils inhale and exhale My breath is a microphone check: 1, 2, what is this? (I wanna give a big special shout out to all the real people out there, keepin it real, because reality is worth maintaing, you know what I'm saying? keep it up) In a world where these girl's got retro tattoos and all I've got is a gut and velcro black shoes and elbows that move in a way that makes space I'm looking at you (stay awake, stay awake) Natural face affected by the chemical leaks Grammatical mistakes in every sentence I speak It doesn't matter, I make enough sense to seem deep Now look at me (go to sleep, go to sleep) (You know I wanna give a shout out to my boy Reanimator, my man Chris doing his damn thing, keeping me company in this dark a** room, and to all my girls k**ing ants in the kitchen. Peace baby.) I'm a poor man's version of a rich man I've got a small van swerving through a big land I've got a road map that's looking alot like a math test A blocked phone number and a bunk home address I've got a way out but I ain't trying to use it cuz I've got some ins and I'm a bet all my winnings If it hurts me more than it hurts you, then I won't hurt you I've got more sense than virtue I've got a cerfew, it's 12 o'clock After that I'll start trembling if I get fed hiphop Cuz I'm a G to the r-e-m-l-i-n If I wasn't then why would I say I am? Get me out of this, lie detector test My pupils inhale and exhale My breath is a microphone check: 1, 2, what is this?