Chelovek Shedevr

So many hollywood mcs

from welton academies, getting buried

like a dead poet cemetary

I slam boots, party secretaries

20,000 entirely different leagues, you underwater

fuck your alma mater, I’m walkin on the moon like Gordon Sumner

Knock boots, kutsu, cahoots

this shit ain’t for googles and loot

it’s for giggles and poots

Jones got me on the edge but that boat propeller don’t bother me

My soul is prepared, clique tight like the priory

i’m joint chiefin and stayin quiet

like peter pace

my competition is ephemeral I don’t lose face

my trailer parked ozark

I will always have a base

don’t do it for the grammar

i just do it for my mammaw

to stay out the slamma

eat chow chow with my ham and find a bad mamma jam

and…. i’m…….