Last Laugh - Kid Sleepy

You’re not your clothes your job or the car you drive

Are you a robotic slave man or are you alive

Once your skull gets removed from your rectal cavity

Perhaps then you’ll come back down to Earth like gravity

Tragically, mother fuckers walking around asleep

Lead like sheep til their six feet deep

Same old shit like mp3 on repeat

Radio in my head and its telling me I’m a creep

Who got the keys to my jeep?

I like my sneakers spend-y and my sunglasses cheap

Can’t tell me shit, I a’int listening

Iced out bling on my rims keep glistening

Y’all gotta be deformed in the brain

I get ‘em all wet like an overflowing storm drain

Got it on lock like a door with a chain

You better pray I don’t come after you I a’int playing

Riding in the sunset, counting cash

I’m getting paid, I get the last laugh

Ha, ha ha ha, you fucking dummies

Ha, ha ha ha, we getting money

Riding in the sunset, counting cash

I’m getting paid, I get the last laugh

Ha, ha ha ha, you fucking dummies

Ha, ha ha ha, we getting money

(Kid Sleepy)

Heavy steaks, 808 breaks, record crates

Brussels sprouts in her mouth, erase a chocolate shake laced

With powders from orchids in the movie adaptation

When Nic Cage and Meryl Streep got lost in translation

Heh, I’m a playa, on las playas with Mayans

Instigator on papyrus eating mama’s papayas

Aviator getting higher than some liars in crisis

Flowing hydrous, I’m a pirate on Euphrates and Tigris

You ladies need highness, so find us, be our heroine

Late night I’m a dynasty, David Letterman

Savvy and adept carving tablets, echo Bedouins

Cultivating innovative anecdotal lessons son

I guess I’m done with these filthy transgressions

Enough arrests and hypodermic needle obsessions

And sorry to the heads that I still owe cash to

If this record comes thru I’m’a hit you back dudes