Scallops hotel, scallops hotel is the, building Sovereign nose on my arrogant... This lonesome crowd lends well to epistrophe I don't get drunk off Listerine Question the method, I tell em, accept the mystery Sternly, bucking expectations is limiting I wrote a jazz cabbage, while her a** fattened by the fireside This no roundabouts, I play the Yes album for round about the thousandth time Friendly reminder: there's ample sky, so I take to it Mogs cop the break fluid I put that twenty on five and kept it rolling my nig They so corny and jive I kept it rolling my nig It's a lot of dead motherf**as who was also vigilant Buzz k**ington, wear a beat on a sling like a Remington rifle MC sought disciples or masters Really I'm just glad I got the rights to my masters And ya'll called it "Art Rap" (sh**) And ya'll called it "Art-" And ya'll called it "Art Rap" Dark Twain wrote it falling out the sky on a barf bag Commit a caper as a eulogy A hater could be most useful to me A hater could be most useful to me A hater could be most useful to me Scallops hotel, scallops hotel [?]