Lirik Lagu The Sitcom Really Really Isn't All That Real - Weerd Science
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Hey Mom, hey Dad, I'm homeLook, Hunny, it's our little mistake!Come give mommie a hug, but be careful, I'm on the rag!Mmm, cherry slushies for everyone!Haha, how was your day?*
For starters it sucked ass 'cause my boss is a dickheadGod handed out sticks and gave me the shit-endRidden with hoes, no kiddin' like one's spittin'Got two right on my neck, three blister and on my dick-endClock tickin', sickin' and stickin' these rhymes inside of a beatWhen really nobody's listenWhite trash, Johnny No-CashTried to sell weed but thugs slapped me and took my stash
*Son, what's with the shitface?Golly fuck, Dad, heroin prices are through the roofand my allowance just won't cut it anymore. I'm jonesin' for a hit!Try whorin' your body, like Mom does!*
The local outcast with a rash on my inner thighTryin' to outrun these bitches who all want me to dieWaitin' for some rappers to die so maybe I can get a chanceWithout a song about makin' bitches danceI hope all the clubs close'Cause so many assholes trapped in one buildingShould burn like great white showsAnd all our hope is to pose a threatTry to change what rap music hopes and I forget
The sitcom ain't real, what it's aboutMoney's for gangstas not high school dropoutsMy life never resembled an episode of Full HouseYou stay stuck in this town you'll scream 'til your lungs come outThe sitcom ain't real, what it's aboutMoney's for gangstas not high school dropoutsI get so frustrated the vein in my forehead pops outI'm more dead than dead people buried and forgotten about
*Dad? I need to borrow $300$300? What for, son?Well, I got Jenny knocked up again!Son, did I ever tell you about your mother and the wire-hanger?*
Clout? Nope, none of thatAmerica hates me like Yasur ArafatYou fuckers remember thatI feel obligated to tell you that in the pastOh yes, I playa-hatedNow shit is different, now I'm playa-jadedMost of these so called MCs is overrated and outdatedNew dawn, and it's a red oneThe only good rapper to me is a dead one
*Golly, Dad, is it ever O.K. to hit a woman?Son, in my day, it wasn't right to hit a woman.But now that equal rights have been established, you wallop that cunt!And kick her while she's down!*
Nah, I'm just fuckin' around, I know I sound bitterI grew up in a town where white kids say "What up, nigga?"When they all wanna be, it's ironic to me that that's what I get calledJust 'cause I wanna jump up on a beatSo fuck all you assholes, past present and futureHope a young thug fires at me, misses and shoots yaI wouldn't lie, man, I tell the truth to yaThere's no tellin' what this fuckin' town'll do to ya
The sitcom ain't real, what it's aboutMoney's for gangstas not high school dropoutsMy life never resembled an episode of Full HouseYou stay stuck in this town you'll scream 'til your lungs come outThe sitcom ain't real, what it's aboutMoney's for gangstas not high school dropoutsI get so frustrated the vein in my forehead pops outI'm more dead than dead people buried and forgotten about
Most of you assholes all think you gangstas99% of you's are fuckin' fake, ain't ya's?That's why I hate ya'sVerbal Heaven's gate knock a fuckin' hole in my head, insert a metal plateI feel empty, kinda plasticWhen this shit drops I'ma get my fuckin' ass kickedBut that's O.K. with me, I'd die for the cause'Cause my only purpose in life is to fuck with ya'llsI hate your fuckin' guts 'cause my record got bumped backYou went double-platinum, I went double-hubcapA rugrat, you'd be pissed too suckin' a freshly dubbed trackWhat the fuck would you do?
*Gee whillikers Dad, does it ever get any easier?Son, if there's one thing I've learned it's this:We're all gonna live and die in this shitty, shitty town* (He's right)
And the funny thing is, he is right. I bid you farewellfrom Shit Town, America, folks. Get home safe,ladies and gentlemen. Hold your girlfriends tight,and pretend not to notice their mouths taste like your best friends dick.'Cause in the end you're just a small town piece of shit. Smile!Until next time folks, it's Weerd Science. Fuck off.
For starters it sucked ass 'cause my boss is a dickheadGod handed out sticks and gave me the shit-endRidden with hoes, no kiddin' like one's spittin'Got two right on my neck, three blister and on my dick-endClock tickin', sickin' and stickin' these rhymes inside of a beatWhen really nobody's listenWhite trash, Johnny No-CashTried to sell weed but thugs slapped me and took my stash
*Son, what's with the shitface?Golly fuck, Dad, heroin prices are through the roofand my allowance just won't cut it anymore. I'm jonesin' for a hit!Try whorin' your body, like Mom does!*
The local outcast with a rash on my inner thighTryin' to outrun these bitches who all want me to dieWaitin' for some rappers to die so maybe I can get a chanceWithout a song about makin' bitches danceI hope all the clubs close'Cause so many assholes trapped in one buildingShould burn like great white showsAnd all our hope is to pose a threatTry to change what rap music hopes and I forget
The sitcom ain't real, what it's aboutMoney's for gangstas not high school dropoutsMy life never resembled an episode of Full HouseYou stay stuck in this town you'll scream 'til your lungs come outThe sitcom ain't real, what it's aboutMoney's for gangstas not high school dropoutsI get so frustrated the vein in my forehead pops outI'm more dead than dead people buried and forgotten about
*Dad? I need to borrow $300$300? What for, son?Well, I got Jenny knocked up again!Son, did I ever tell you about your mother and the wire-hanger?*
Clout? Nope, none of thatAmerica hates me like Yasur ArafatYou fuckers remember thatI feel obligated to tell you that in the pastOh yes, I playa-hatedNow shit is different, now I'm playa-jadedMost of these so called MCs is overrated and outdatedNew dawn, and it's a red oneThe only good rapper to me is a dead one
*Golly, Dad, is it ever O.K. to hit a woman?Son, in my day, it wasn't right to hit a woman.But now that equal rights have been established, you wallop that cunt!And kick her while she's down!*
Nah, I'm just fuckin' around, I know I sound bitterI grew up in a town where white kids say "What up, nigga?"When they all wanna be, it's ironic to me that that's what I get calledJust 'cause I wanna jump up on a beatSo fuck all you assholes, past present and futureHope a young thug fires at me, misses and shoots yaI wouldn't lie, man, I tell the truth to yaThere's no tellin' what this fuckin' town'll do to ya
The sitcom ain't real, what it's aboutMoney's for gangstas not high school dropoutsMy life never resembled an episode of Full HouseYou stay stuck in this town you'll scream 'til your lungs come outThe sitcom ain't real, what it's aboutMoney's for gangstas not high school dropoutsI get so frustrated the vein in my forehead pops outI'm more dead than dead people buried and forgotten about
Most of you assholes all think you gangstas99% of you's are fuckin' fake, ain't ya's?That's why I hate ya'sVerbal Heaven's gate knock a fuckin' hole in my head, insert a metal plateI feel empty, kinda plasticWhen this shit drops I'ma get my fuckin' ass kickedBut that's O.K. with me, I'd die for the cause'Cause my only purpose in life is to fuck with ya'llsI hate your fuckin' guts 'cause my record got bumped backYou went double-platinum, I went double-hubcapA rugrat, you'd be pissed too suckin' a freshly dubbed trackWhat the fuck would you do?
*Gee whillikers Dad, does it ever get any easier?Son, if there's one thing I've learned it's this:We're all gonna live and die in this shitty, shitty town* (He's right)
And the funny thing is, he is right. I bid you farewellfrom Shit Town, America, folks. Get home safe,ladies and gentlemen. Hold your girlfriends tight,and pretend not to notice their mouths taste like your best friends dick.'Cause in the end you're just a small town piece of shit. Smile!Until next time folks, it's Weerd Science. Fuck off.
