Seymour Butts - Deadliest Sin lyrics

[Verse 1] k**ing more braincells than weed It's me, bu*ts Accused of lust, sloth, and greed Envy, wrath, pride, and gluttony Showed up with a Christmas sweater That was flashy and bu*tony Uttering sentences choppier than mutton "Gee whiz, Seymour you're so vindictive You're a perverted rapist, and you're a chauvinist" I don't care about remarks like this I sit back and watch hoes get pissed Like "you said you were going to lick sh** Out of an a**hole than let her sit full weight On your lunged throat You wouldn't be able to breathe bu*ts, that's zanier than anything else conceived You're messed up A psycho schizophrenic on the loose That gets a bo*er every time that Girls go queef and toot" [Hook] You better keep up with me like the Kardashians Cause the music you hear blowing out your amp is what's in I do worse to you than Hennessy and gin I am all seven of the deadliest sins My warped style will make your heads spin It'll seep through your earphones and ooze into your skin My music messes you up worse than venom or poison I am all seven of the deadliest sins [Verse 2] Twenty bars per verse That's four more than the average sixteen Unlike Claire Standish, I'm nowhere near pristine I'm f**ed up, brain dead, deadweight, come on fix me I'll leave you choked purple Worse than prepuce foreskin dicks be We all live in a yellow submarine Except me I live in one with a pot leaf painted green Social media outlets, abuzz saying I'm mean When I'm just so stoned, I thought that my cat Was Mr. Bean "Roll call, oh sh**, where's Seymour We gotta find him! Hurry! He has a bad public demeanor He's known for being a stubborn intevenor He's off the wall bat-sh** As fast and swift as a lemur A wet-dreamer, a Reddi-wip creamer Known for k**ing men with only a soapbox and a steamer" [Hook] "We gotta find him--oh goddamn Seymour's got a machete You have to admit, this is driving past the levee This is overk**, you're gonna make me vomit Worse than Marshall's mom's spaghetti Please don't k** me, I pray Please lord, I'm not ready" You guys call me a leafer, smoking reefers And that I'm such a weed roll-a Or that I'm a junkie, even though The only coke in my life is Coca-Cola So now you know I'm off the hemp But still, I am a lot like Shady Eminem I do do horrorcore, I would b**h-slap a who*e I would drink a gallon of beer and ask for more Growing up, we were both social pariahs In our later years we both got f**ed by a girl named Mariah We both swear a lot, and don't allow the veins to clot We both rap under the genre miscellaneous And we'll both be quick to stick our penises into your an*s [Hook] Nah, but seriously I didn't steal sh** from Em I act a little bat-sh** with Lenny But I try to do more revolting perverted stuff Rather than acts of violence and other sh** like that The rest of the stuff, it's just violence Eminem didn't invent that But he did innovate it I hope he doesn't go Canibus on me Claiming I stole something from him My style's like that of his But I'm not him I'm (SEYMOUR) (All right, that one was just a joke)