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As you open your mouth you close your mind.
I've been in this same predicament time after time.
You're one of those people that still cuts in line,
and you cause problem after problem while your proclaiming "I'm just fine".

You're so afraid of the truth that you can't look at me.
There is a light inside here that is too bright for you to see.
You can't distinguish weakness from humility.
I'm out of patience with you; fuck counting to three.

I'm like a cup of coffee and your just tea.
I'm gonna give people more energy.
I try not to fight, 'cause that's my personality.
but I'll pound in your fucking face if you don't stop fucking with me.

If I was your father I'd bend you over my knee.
Better yet, I'd travel back in time and get a vasectomy.
You aren't satisfied with what you have unless you get it for free.
I bear the best fruit even though I'm the ugliest tree.

And you come to knock me over,
but you're not takin' me down.
You'll try to laugh it off,
but you will leave with a frown.
You're like an oversized shoe maknin' fun of the clown.
Take another few steps and I will smack you around.

You're walkin' around here like a motherfuckin' punk.
Your whole life is like a closet full of old ass junk.
And the place you keep your intelligence would be the littlest trunk.
Your like a seven foot basketball player who still air balls a slam dunk.

You're just bangin' on the piano, but your like "I'm Thelonious Monk".
You bought the most expensive cologne, but you still smell like a skunk.
You're trying to pass yourself of a the chronic, but your like a sack of swag; that is bunk.
You're like a soul brotha without any funk.

You're worse than the Titanic, 'cause you couldn't set sail before you sunk.
You're like a mack daddy who doesn't know how to fuck.
You're also like a redneck who doesn't have his own truck,
and you're like a bitch givin' head who doesn't know how to suck.

You say that you want to work things out, but you have already rehearsed your speech.
You've buried your reasonability deep down where it can't be reached.
There is no sand or water, but you still think you're at the beach.
You're like a president everyone is trying to impeach.

I can see that you're retarded 'cause it shows on your face.
You want to disrespect me while I am in my own place.
You think that I am in the wrong, but that is just not the case.
There is no doubt in my mind that your head is filled with blank space.

I'm like a house that's made of brick, and you're a house that's made of clay;
when it is raining down flood waters your house will wash away.
You want to have the product, but you don't want to have to pay.
You're just a spoiled little kid who has to get their own way.

I only have a few more things that I got to say.
You're like a game with missing pieces that no one wants to play.
Just because you like to hang out with woman does not mean you're not gay.
You say you don't like what's going on here, but you still don't go away

I've got nothin' left to say, 'cause I'm going away...

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from Greatest Nothings I (2002​-​2010), released November 3, 2010

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Chris Wearstler Denver, Colorado

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The Artist Formerly Known As The Nonsense Buffer

Fretless and Electric Bassist / Vocalist / Percussionist / Beginning Pianist / Songwriter / Producer influenced by Progressive Rock & Metal, 1930s to 1940s Vocal Jazz & 1950s to 1960s Instrumental Jazz, and Old School Hip Hop

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