Greatness (w bass)

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© badprimer
These punks keep tellin' me my big ass nuts taste salty
Life's a trip man...

I find it funny these clowns think they know so much about me.
Keep my biz out your mouth B.
Turn that microscope on yourself an sight see.
Your own imperfections an pathetic attempts
to come up with anything of any relevance.
Shieeet.

I'll back hand you through your headphones
an pop your head up out your rectum
Feel free to come and get some.
I'll have you combing my chest hair and
fanning the air.
With your girl feeding me a diced pear.
Sitting there crying, "This just isn't fair!"
Your pea brain couldn't compare.
To this lyrical warfare.

So keep cryin'
feeding me tears
Sustaining this life force for many more years
I'd survive even if the world was reduced to stones and spears
Keep your ass segregated over there with the queers.
You're un welcomed, undesired and not even near.
Talking to your ass is like having to shift into low gear.
Keep sitting down there drinkin yer beer.
Half the shit I know you wouldn't be able to even hear.

Small minds converse over this greatness
Gotta be a sad ass dude to hate this
Taken pop shots with their little pea shooters.
Attempting to inflict any damage via their computers
Gotta suck ass to finally realize it was all a gas
If being the same as everyone else was the test
Then Definitely you're marked down as passed.