The yellow monkeys love to do kung fu
The curtains are blue, because they set the mood
The diamonds are red, they adorn your boobs
Some food for thought that’ll put you off food
What’s the matter? Didn’t make a lick of sense?
You’re a fickle motherfucker, always on the fence
Do you want to be fed with a silver spoon?
A jar of Gerber, hope your tummy has room
I can’t make heads or tails of my own symbolism
I threw it all together, ‘cause I thought I had a vision
Come to think of it, I need to be spoon fed too
Open up the hangar for an airplane or two
Open wide like you’re taking a trip to the dentist
Here’s an infodump to overload your senses
Dumping is something you do with your ass
Any wonder why we’re stuck in a middle school class?
I hope I’ve got an out, because I’m on the spectrum
I know it could never be a shield or a weapon
When the C+ stares into my eyes like a demon
I don’t get mad or rich, I want to get even
It’s me and my madness against the world
Some authors wear pentagrams, some authors wear pearls
How do I stand out a cut above the rest?
Do better on the scan sheet bubble filling test
But that shit don’t work, they just laugh
They always remind you to forge your own path
When tax time comes, you got to do your own math
They put you through the wringer, leave you crawling with your
fingers
I don’t expect the world to know what it’s like
To feel like a stranger at an open mic night
To feel like puking at the thought of being famous
Keep thumbing your nose, go ahead and shame us
