firing squad
Where people try hard
and can't fire me because
I turn it down flat before they
buy me the job
Don't even know why they
would want to hire me at all
I tried to be all, and I'd rather be poor
And eatin' top, rhymin' every
night on the floor
Because I sold my furniture and dinin' decor
I never wait in line unless the
line is real short
Cause I just get bored
Starvin' artists ain't content to be sold
Holes in the blue jeans were never
meant to be closed
They're sewn up, sewn shuttered,
so wadded, so lovely
To be so independent and broken,
so hungry
It's so humbling,
crack can of bumblebee
Two to eat it, repeat it,
leavin' the seed depleted
And you can see me nappin',
crashin' on couches at factory outlets
Till they bounce me out backwards
Woah -oh -oh -oh -oh
Dollar, dollar, bill y 'all
Dead presidents will kill y 'all
Woah -oh -oh -oh -oh
So give it to me
I'll chew it and swallow it
to get rid of the greed
Woah -oh -oh -oh -oh
The rap great
G .A says there ain't
no such thing as
Halfway crooks
Woah -oh -oh -oh
So give me everything that you love
And I'll just burn it back to dust
Blessed is he who gets
money before you get it
Blessed is he whose trophy
wipers are freshest
And no, don't get me wrong,
I'm humble when it's convenient
But blessed is he who can
lie and make you believe it
Be attitude, switch your flow,
flip a coat, get a poke,
Mr.
Coach
Shivers nose when it's no limits,
no sinnin's, no pittin's
Propin' it when it cold,
grinnin' in the innin'
When I focused in and see the
coach grimace
Behold the benefits of livin'
with a little chip
Bolstered in the shoulder
of a sober voter, voter
So perfect, the covert conversion of overt
aversion of overt but turned versions
Of this bohemian life,
the high end helium life
That I am really alright without the 9 to 5
But thanks a lot and you
can keep it for yourself
I'm barefoot and mellow
in it with the rebel yell
Whoa -oh -oh -oh -oh
Dollar, dollar, bill y 'all
Dead presidents will kill y 'all
Whoa -oh -oh -oh -oh
So give it to me,
I'll chew it and swallow it to get rid of the greed
The rap great book says there ain't
no such thing as halfway crooks
So give me everything that
you love and watch me
You can get with this,
or you can get with that
I'm awesome, cool,
Keith, baby, all over the map
You can get with that,
or you can get with this
Product of an environment
I will never miss
You can get with this,
or you can get with that
Way too many raps for
the gear channel cats
You can get with that,
or you can get with this
Leather jacket on,
and I'm listening to kicks
Whoa -oh -oh -oh -oh
Dollar, dollar, billion
Billions rushing in the building
Whoa -oh -oh -oh
Dollar, dollar, billion
Billions rushing in the building
Whoa -oh -oh -oh
Dollar, dollar, billion
Dead presidents who kill y 'all
So give it to me,
I'll chew it and swallow it
You get rid of the greed
The black great pope says
there ain't no such thing
As halfway crooks
So give me everything that you love
And I'll just burn it back to dust