Ohh 00.14-00.42 Verse 1: There was once a time I shared your world Worked for a dime Did what I was told Spent my days waiting to grow old Ohhh Years went on The mask slipped away Couldn't carry on I couldn't stay In a world so rotten, like food in display Cattle waiting for its final day 00.42 Chorus I am who I am And I do what I can I do what I want And I've just begun Take it or leave it But get out of my way I am who I am Don't care what you say 01.25 Verses 2: Go ahead, Laugh as hard as you can See if I care About your life carefully planned I know you still think about your long lost hopes Was it worth it? [Chorus into oblivion]

Look at my face you pierce with a blank stare You excrement, I am your living nightmare Big with your words, big with your privilege Hating their love is a terrible image Here comes acceptance, here comes my pistol Embrace LGBT then I'll be civil You wallow and wither away in your terrible ways So me taking your life will be blissful Have you ever read Judges 19? You'll end up like the man's wife, cut up all clean You've had enough hatred for one lifetime This is a mercy killing as I rip out your spine I am MattRcyde, all the good in me died Where my sanity lies isn't here in the night And it's perverts like you that brought me to the knife I will only bring to you what your mouth brings outside

Greenville’s Greatest Hits will be back after thirty-seven consecutive hours of commercials, because the IRS won’t leave us alone Also, I drank sixteen bottles of Gatorade 1839, We started making flutes Every single one of them was really quite a beaut’ We’ve made a thousand kinds, me and my sis So we put a bunch of them inside of a list The chair flute is great if you want to sit The toilet flute is cool if you’re taking a shit Play the weed flute if you want some broccoli Or the table flipping flute if you’re playing Monopoly The Musk flute’s amazing for screwing the poor Use the Metro Boomin’ flute if you want some more There’s the booty flute if it’s big butts you like The Sir Mix-A-Lot flute if you cannot lie Here’s the butter flute if your life is bland And here’s the candy flute, climb into my van We’ve been making flutes at a constant rate And I can’t say that there’s any that I hate No, I love all our flutes Every single day I stick them in my boots I go door to door, try to sell them to people But they’ve always got to act like giant peeholes Every single day they piss me the fuck off I don’t fucking like them, they can fuck off I don’t fucking get why they’re so fucking rude Here’s a flute for them: I call it the skin flute I call it the skin flute I call it the skin flute I hate my fucking brother; he’s such a fucking bitch I want to stab him right in his motherfucking dick I never understood his dumb obsession with flutes Or why he always has to act like such a douche The other day he told me he was making an ad He wanted me to rap, along with our dad But I told him, “No way! I’m not fucking doing it! “Everyone in town will probably be booing it!” I fucking hate this, I would rate this 3/10, you cannot fake this Hatred, fuck it, y’all can suck it Eat my cum straight from a bucket Die in a fire, you filthy whores Burn to a crisp like my father’s s’mores Eat a bag of dicks that is seasoned with shit I want to leave, I’m sick of it I feel like my brother when his flutes won’t sell I guess I know how he feels, maybe not so well I think I’ve learned a lesson, to walk in his shoes So I’ll know what it’s like to be covered in poo I think I’ll change my life, then I’ll tell this to five Other people I know, including my wife I love this world, it’s so fucking cool Never mind, fuck it, y’all can play my skin flute Y’all can play my skin flute Y’all can play my skin flute I’m knocking right on your door (I call it the skin flute) Come over here, don’t ignore (Y’all can play my flute) Baby, get down on the floor (I call it the skin flute) Tell me what you’re waiting for (Y’all can play my skin flute) Uh, I don’t understand the rap music that kids are listening to these days So I’m just gonna say that I’ve got something even better than a skin flute You’d better get ready for it folks ‘Cause I’m about to introduce my skin piano Buy our flutes today, bitches!

welcome welcome welcome dont be shy and have a seat on the sidewalk youve forgotten cracked under your bare feet suit in tatters hopes are shattered now all that you can see is what you did when you sent us down to hooverville down to hooverville down to hooverville down to hooverville better thank god youre still alive for we all are a starving tribe starvibg from your impatience from your temptations of wanting a luxury life like a reverse robin hood stealing from the poor and give the rich our goods the one percent milk is getting drier by the moment bonfire our condolences cuz right now they are frozen youre a liar an opponent looking dire mouth is foarming yeah yeah you say our time is coming but thats been our entire lives one huge postponement broken promises of a better one working 25/8 on the minimum winning none, sinning some just to get past the date of expiration but it wont last our house aint even ventilated but we cant open a window cuz we know you will go and steal what little paint chips we have but now that the tables have turned youre gonna learn what we did just to accomodate you maybe we can make this a holiday too but i doubt it cuz down here in the concrete jungle the only thing we know how to do good is struggle welcome welcome welcome...