Leave People Alone - Open Mike Eagle, Paul White

I’ma tell you not to tell other people what to do

That is a specialized massick trick- magic, not massick

Magic trick

You have to be an adept to pull this off

Or put it on

Wash your hands, make no demands

Try to mind your own business

Wash your hands, make no demands

Try to mind your own business

It ain’t even cold, people layer up

And lady luck gave a fuck what you making up

Sometimes pain’s even smaller than a paper cut

And while you all up in her face she done faced enough

In LA people judge you if you take the bus

And rich folks say «Hey, come to space with us!»

What?

You should be polite you big dummy

Shut the fuck up and let that bank get money

Look around your house for paintings left crooked

Fix 'em, and when you done keep pushing

And maybe there’s some dust around your couch cushions

Try to know your congressman without looking

Try to know what bills is wild and outlandish

And who’s on what committee for house action

I don’t know either, you just seem bored

Fox News shows and bowls of cream corn

Now I’m being judgemental, I get so pissed

Fuck political talk, you don’t know shit

Fuck subliminal talk, you don’t know shit

Conspiracy theorists, stop, you don’t know shit

Alex Jones and Glenn Beck are like peers

Modern profiteers of a cultural fear

Wash your hands, make no demands

Try to mind your own business

Wash your hands, make no demands

Try to mind your own business

It ain’t even cold, people layer up

And lady luck gave a fuck what you making up

Sometime pain’s even smaller than a paper cut

And while you all up in her face she done faced enough

In LA people judge you if you take the bus

And rich folks say «Hey, come to space with us!»

What?

Hi it’s me again, hi

Sometimes I don’t even know why I say things

All my heroes are singers that can’t sing

I wanna paint things but can’t hold still

I miss my grandmother’s smile and her oatmeal

When I fuck up I know how a goat feels

Remember when the homie Driver dropped RoadKill?

That shit was so ill and he’s a friend now

The troglodyte won, now he’s prehensile

Or maybe troglodytes was to begin with

Somebody turns to the «t's» in the appendix

Since I don’t make much, I’ma spend thrift

I used to write dumb raps about pen spits

And now I write about dumb experiences

But they’re very rarely the ones I have

They’re usually some other people’s or they’re just completely imaginary

What is it that you’re so afraid of anyway?

It’s no secret to anybody that the news is just a constant battering ram of

fear-mongering

If you wanna be terrified, there’s never-ending coverage to make ya scared

shit-less

Juvenile heart-attacks, could it be your child?

Is someone masturbating in your sandwich at the local diner?

You might not think so, but this horror movie graphic will change your mind

Can you get pig flu from pork chops?

No

The calls are coming from inside the house!