Surreal The MC - Sad Party Rap lyrics

Intro - Yo Surreal I've just been feeling down in the dumps man,nah I just got to get this thing off my chest dawg, dude I just got to tell you this dude Are you gonna eat that last piece of pizza? That last piece? Chorus 1x Raps deeper than prose from James Joyce Making both your mom and girlfriend moist I'm gonna make it so you don't have a choice To listen to the dulcet tones of my voice [Verse 1: Big Burn] Me and Surreal strait blazing up the track I hate my life and it hates me back I lay in the sack asking God why I rap Life poured in these tracks and their thrown in the trash I can feel the man's dick sliding up my a** And I'm gonna bet that he don't cum fast Unrealized dreams and hardly any cash Is my very very very very sad path Come on burn don't be so morose Lift your gla** let's have a f**ing toast Least you've been stabbed in the heart twice And d** have ruined your brother's life s**s dick when its bout the people you know And not the sk**s you have on the microphone God doesn't bother throwing me a bone Big Burn destined to be unhappy and alone Chorus 2x [Verse 2: Surreal The MC] Surreal shows up keeps the party funner Big Burn getting older the ladies younger Jungle juice in the kitchen bring your own gla** Liquor store nearby bring your own flask Your own risk keg's on the bed Can't call the cops they all dead! Call jimmy johns driver he's freaky fast He's bringing food? b**h, rob his a** Where we at? “I don't care”/pa** to the left “I don't share” Take everybody's keys “so they can't drive?” We'll steal their cars yo f** their lives Get rowdy no doubt no stress no worries Nobody left sober chance of smog chance of flurries Hurry on out Big Burn's been a bummer Surreal shows up keeps the party funner Chorus 2x [Verse 3: Big Burn] Existential crisis f** what life is These petty dikes is what rappers call trifling Wrong side of the fork now I'm jackknifing Life bent me over and broke my hymen I'm a diamond in the rough Better not step or I'll call your bluff Your wack raps yea I'll eat em for lunch With rhymes tighter than the f**ing credit crunch I'm to petrified to really take a risk Slave to the grind like a little p**y b**h Economical sense and money for rent Feeling discontent and harboring resentment Cadillac's and gas money spent Just another member of the 99 percent Soul more ugly than the face of Harvey dent With zero intent to ever repent Bridge (Surreal The MC) 7x Don't have a choice Chorus 1x Outro - Yo Surreal I'm feeling a lot better after that talk we had man What are you crying about?