Blanc-bec - Buck 65

Punk ass rapper I am, misanthrope

No pants, tied to a tree with a skippin' rope

King of the bums, rose in my teeth

Laughing unhappy, I’ve chosen my grief

I’m a skin-flint infant, destroyer enjoyable

Neatly folded up and completely unemployable

Twice bitten, washed up, bored stiff and burned out

Can’t wait to see how the photos turned out

Unwanted mongrel, dying flowers and stolen cars

Can’t remember my dreams, living on granola bars

Blood in the toilet bowl, brains in the frying pan

I am iron man

Comin' to get’cha with a stain on my shirt

With all of my agony, pain and the hurt

A face like the walls and the ceiling is neutral

You dislike me and the feeling is mutual

Skeleton on fire, ridin' a motorcycle

Skeleton on fire, ridin' a motorcycle

Skeleton on fire, ridin' a motorcycle

Skeleton on fire, ridin' a motorcycle

I am the cancer, the answer to all your curses

Debaser, speling the ruin of universes

So-called art never sells like this

Throws like a girl and smells like piss

Sour puss, lone wolf, growth stunted

Coming undone and running with the hunted

Allergic to conformity, full of shit all the same

Unintelligable, eligible for the ball and chain, hall of fame

Skeleton on fire, ridin' a motorcycle

Skeleton on fire, ridin' a motorcycle

Skeleton on fire, ridin' a motorcycle

Skeleton on fire, ridin' a motorcycle

Auto-sodomite, the ultimate nuisance

Offering my unwanted junk and my two cents

Mr. Know-It-All, empty with hatred

Piss on your parade, nothing is sacred

No friends, no ends, no God or homeland

Uncommon denominator, abominable snowman

Voted least likely, don’t even approach

The coach, the one that put the cock in cockroach

Skeleton on fire, ridin' a motorcycle

Skeleton on fire, ridin' a motorcycle

Skeleton on fire, ridin' a motorcycle

Skeleton on fire, ridin' a motorcycle