Sing It Sh*t Face-edan

Donavexx, lyrical asshole, taking shitty MC tongue, to the frozen flagpole I fart at family functions, landin punches, in the face of life I paid a grand and three hundred for my beat machine My body, I keeps it clean, by eating vegetables While you claim indestructible I made em feel uncomfortable By talking bout some hemorrhoids and how my parakeets unemployed I enjoyed, watching old men put Pennzoil inside their engines, While eating cookies kept in tinfoil I been spoiled like the underwear thats been soiled By my opponents when I assemble microphone kits Most kids appear dome-less, I wonder their folks did to make em think they flow swift with broken focus Folk hymns are sung while my guitar is strung, and then plucked, to make a hip hop Purist tense up Sure its 10 bucks to come and see me at a show But when I stage-dive into Jello you wont care about the dough But if you still think my sh*t is wack youll get your money back And then youll leave the show and run into two men in funny hats Theyll beat the f**k outta you, take your wallet out your back pocket After that youll swell up in the eye sockets Then I finish my show and go to the parking lot And meet the two men, who then, put your loot in my pocket I tried jockin myself, but that didnt work After I realized that God was watching with a hidden smirk I sh*t a turd that stunk the house for three weekends Instead of R&B b**ches, I do my hooks with Japanese kids! [chorus] Japanese kids singing Edan: So sing it shitface! Ooh, I love farting in the bathtub, at clubs, at home On the road, in your face unload, in your eyeball Fart while walking on the sidewalk, after nightfall To the point you spray Lysol, despite all the things That the people might say, I grab my genitals and tell em Have a nice day The right way, to grab a mic is constantly exhibited By me, and the MC that knows that he's unlimited, its eminent Like water splashing on the coast lines Then I go to town meetings And on the bulletin board I post rhymes, most times Don't give a f**k bout what you telling me I get excited and crash a third grade spelling bee And just as a girl named bethany is about to win by spelling cheese I interrupt the train of thought by yelling Freeze! And when she sees that I am nothing but a prankster She tells the teacher, but i proceed to go And yank her for her title, of third grade vocabulary champion She starts to cry, i say: that's what you get for tampering With the wordsmith, with the verb gift The principal got nervous, when I ran into his office shirtless What's the purpose of terrorizing elementary schools? I don't know, but I penetrate your brain with entry tools Narratives from the battle-tongue My record collection consists of twenty two copies of Aqualung Half a lung is what I need to rock the venue I then do some Herculean sh*t on the wheels to cold end you Got the versatility of ten dudes, next up my little shitfaced friend Serves up a chorus from the menu [chorus] Japanese kids singing So sing it scumbug, yeahhhh This is Donavexx, a.k.a. Edan Signing off, Baby