The Gumz - Backiatomy lyrics

I've got a back like an out of tune old piano Attitude like Lando flying off the handle A face for radio, a singing voice for rappin' Permanent look on my mug like, UGH what happened? Attracted to backspins and off beat banter With has beens living out dillusions of grandeur Answer me this, if we had to kiss Would you prefer the taste of blood or Jack on my lips? Fronting like, he revolutionary activist Looking like he something fresh out the Galapagos Acting like, he an artist so he has b**h Somewhere between the alphabets and the Alchamist The first man banned from the grand abyss Chicken scratch VS ancient man*script This 'bout as handsome as the crooked man gets Catch me on the picket line throwing fists for kicks This 'bout as lovely as the ugly man gets Trading four letter words for stones and sticks Training gold feathered birds to ho and trick Bro stoned in my home like he own the sh** This ain't no public 'udio though get your own equipped Cannibal without a bone to pick Alone and sick, suppose I flip And go postal with a golden brick Prone to get ga**ed off a half a fifth And gettin' picked last ain't the half of it Maverick drinking with the devils advocate On some, don't ask, don't tell And sure as hell don't spit