Dont you love it madly when it sleeps in your basement
On some gladly-pay-you-Tuesday-for-a-hamburger-today shit?
And dont you love the way you can relate
To everything your favourite rapper has to say about your hatred?
Get a hobby, now why they wanna watch me
In some hotel lobby getting sloppy with this pillow built mommy?
Probably never be global like 2Pac
But the local boys will beat my shit hard in their jukebox
Sitting here pretending Im not tipsy
Watching over sensitive hippies use my records for they dog Frisbees
Be a good little fishy
And book me a ticket to your city so your girlfriend will kiss me
Im the bee that came to pollinate the flower
Make a meal, borrow a towel and take a shower
Its called love, in return they make bread
Pay dollars, make beds, catch buzz, give head
They call it love and I get plenty of it
The rich kids burn it, my broke people dub it
They call it hate and I get plenty of it
The snakes always wanna put your name where their tongue splits
They call it love and I get plenty of it
Give hugs to the public, put plugs in the budget
They call it hate and I get plenty of it
But they know who to call when they want the party jumping
We bust into your system, search through the evidence
Opening hoping to find why you love your residence
Puts your fists up or put your chips up
Advocate, act adult or get your fabric ripped up
They said like what? Like they didnt know me
Six foot three, ugly mug and a simple flow
Like that? Like that! And a bottle of Jimmy Beam
Peace, my name is Slug and Im down with the winning team
They wanna kill my steam, I didnt care
Just lead me to the Phoebe with the pretty hair
Jumping up and down with the passion of a battle
Jester of the kingdom, see me mack em at the castle
Sean is such an asshole! Nah Im a dickhead
Stealing cigarettes from the rest of the mislead
Enjoy me, avoid me, do what you must do
But man up and understand why they dont love you
Looking through your pinhole, who you gonna insult?
Atmosphere get up in here, yeah, whered your grin go?
Got a sock full of nickels and quarters
For unsupportive cock smokers that wanna ripple these waters
You hate to love it, keep changing up the subject
Still aint saying nothing, we knew that you would jump ship
Get back inside your magic pumpkin you puppet
Cause all you got left in your life is a big What if?
No names, this pertains to a flock of you
The fck you gonna do when no ones watching you?
Sweep up the fck-ups, tighten up the lug nuts
Let your world turn with no concern for what Slug does
Im not number one, Im just my mothers son
No regrets, show respect, whats done is done
I understand why youre so discouraged
Now show your love like it was when you was this moment
We may not do this recording again, and maybe not give it to fellas again
So we hope you enjoyed listening to this album half as much
As we enjoyed playing it for you, cause we had a ball