I met this girl out in Lonelyville pink hair, looks that could kill tattoo's of a guy named GG I was glued to her eyes like a TV she looked me over asked me where I was from I replied "a place where no one has fun" she said, "you should come to my show, my bands playing at the Dead Crow" so I put on my favorite turtleneck boo-yah! cologne out the door I left I made it to an abandoned building but all I heard was a jackhammer drilling I went inside it was darkly lit I got tossed in what you call a mosh pit I started doing only dance that I knew the electric boogaloo all of a sudden I got slammed like a door and then an angel scooped me up off the floor coming to my rescue like Willow she was swinging a strap on dildo we all danced and thrashed around she looked so cool in her thorny crown fake blood on her face dripping down and out her mouth came the loveliest sound… (NOISE) afterwards some would call it fate all I said was, "by golly, your great" then she downed a handle of whiskey and said "shut up you punk, just kiss me" I woke up handcuffed to her bed I had a silly black mask on my head I felt a couple strange things in my booty got to star in her homemade movie she let me go said, "kid your alright" I smiled back and said "oh what a night" she said, "call me when you need a thrill" and I said, "only... only in Lonelyville"

check out my beat mane, yeah I made that come a long way from messing with an 8-track where them lame's at? I'm getting payback riding on a big wheel call me Pat Sajak fresh, like that kid playing chess looking cool, even in a sweater vest take a guess why my wild styles blessed better be quick to draw like the wild wild west pile-drive the rest like WWF leave 'em deaf dumb and blind no you couldn't kick a better rhyme line after line, it's like a rap roast last ghost writer I had became a real ghost keep your trap closed, while I mack hoe's cock-blocking you jocks on fucking frat row that's a fact yo, I'm hella weird son Deceptacon, Azwan never fear none that's right, speak in 3rd person murdering you herbs, bigger nerds than Ferguson* kill 'em softly, kill 'em tender I'm making beats while you brag about your benders but Badruzz do booze sometimes to say loose and obtuse to crews who ain't up on my cous cous ya'll can chew on my poopoo platter don't matter, you get fatter with my nonsense more hate than your Youtube comments from whence I came, jacked brains from noggins log in, log out, fuck all that noise bad boys rock out bad girls, bad wives, dad's bad lies eyes on the prize, it's right between her thighs died in her pussy so I've got 9 lives allergic to my rhymes watch you break out in hives break out the knives like a prep chef samurai calling all you out like "HEY YOU GUYS!" (chorus) best kept secret, Like Victoria just wait they'll get bored of ya' pop goes the weasel and the weasel goes pop fiend for a needle, leave you fetal in a drop top on stage can't wait to regurgitate them old hits but shit now your 3rd rate desperate times and up goes the murder rate confused and bent like a question mark vertebrae scary, getting hairy like Chewbacca in a straight jacket going "wakka wakka wakka" mad acid, souls gone flaccid basket case embrace the late don dada cop a lotto ticket, playing cricket with a midget smiley face boxers, looked extra fitted nobody spit it how I spit when I rip it on the mic it's night night, walk into that white light from a great height yeah you might see Azwanicus perfect stranger, Balki Bartokomous haunted this metropolis like Banksy no need to thank me, ya'll are too dainty try to sympathize but I can't believe these punks embarrassing like when your family is drunk faking the funk, like silicone ba-donk-a-donk alotta people ask, "where the fuck did you come from?" (chorus) swag. *(Clarissa Explains it All Ref.)

look who's getting jaded so opinionated hard to hear the gossip until your truly hated when everyone's a voyeur do their eyes annoy ya'? way too cool for school but you got hipster paranoia just can't win cause you've seen it all before swear I'm different but I'm chewing through the floor those badass tattoo's they turn me into a boy scout his haircut's chock full of rodeo swag (chorus) kindness is a virtue, tell me now who hurt you? everyone identify, until we have to let it die but I love those tight jeans they actually fit my legs growing out of fitting in's all in my head and I'll never be alone until the kids go home no I'll never be cool until I break some rules baby's getting jaded so opinionated

I bet your wondering now should I be fighting harder? for the things I want for the things I need spoiled baby oil are we loyal to each other? to your lovers to your mother oh lord please give me a chance to show them my new dance it's called the liberator living in a refrigerator with the flies getting burnt by the bulbs noise bands versus boy bands everyone will lose control her soul swingin' on a pole swinging on a pole how you like your new town your so cool, your so down on Pitchfork, on Facebook in the tower writing in your little playbook with your playmates at the potluck with Picasso and Pollok and Da Vinci, come pinch me what a world you could spend with me what a world you could spend with me we cannot feel our legs we cannot feel our face we cannot feel our crotch we cannot heal what's lost

A-Z-W-A-N back in the play pen... "you've been gone so long" but I'm coming back from a heart attack Azzy was a running back but I never left haunting every stereo people be like where'd he go? but I'm coming back like a convict in my moms whip you see I never left your only cheating baby when your cheating death uh! and the summer crept in sweaty wet skin, leggy girls coming in like…whoo! with the wedding ring gone and she waited 'till the dawn to drop the H-bomb we were flirting 'till we heard the birds chirping out the curtain cutting loose like Travolta, Uma Thurman burning up the dance floor yup your man is a man whore pussy galore, what most men stand for so naturally ladies putting up walls great walls of vagina but I'm swinging wrecking balls moonwalking, talking like Christopher Walkin ("its crazy") making her laugh while your Facebook stalking it's getting hot knocking boots in my coffin she's at sea world riding on the dolphin often we make due with the lies time flies when your fucking desperate housewives but I'm coming back from a heart attack Azzy was a running back summer sex, summer sex, summer sex but I never left haunting every stereo people be like there he go! summer sex, summer sex, summer sex riding my bike in the middle of the night lunatics to the left, flashing lights to the right headphones on and I'm off to the sight of bunch of horny kids getting rowdy never uptight so make noise if you wanna get laid and if you hate I made homemade lemonade alotta kids my age need some better pay boning at the protest immune to the pepper spray sheer pandemonium, rubbing on bodies head banging biddies, leather jacket hotties coffee and some saki in my bloodstream drunk at the fair, bringing the funk and the flair now I'm slumped in a chair with my tangled up hair looking at a derriere, a bladder full of piss and it's all very weird well I'm going, going, back, back to the valley, valley for a summer sex rally (chorus) but I'm coming back "A-Z-W-A-N" from a heart attack "where the fuck have you been?" no I never left I was cheating death word? and I'm back on my cool shit back in Noho at Ye' 'Ole with the pool stick mackin' like a truck acting quite foolish make a big splash like I'm driving off the Coolidge bridge and I'm swimming with these women mermaid orgy, Lordy I'm living I'm giving my gift, trying to make you see different talk a big game but only you know when I'm kidding

she's gaining weight at Dunkin' Donuts he's talking pussy with the barber she's texting him in the bathroom don't forget about our daughter they never smoke around the baby especially at the dinner table he's telling stories from the 80's she's wondering what's on cable he's always kissing his crucifix when he starts to feel the rage thinking he'll never get used to this like getting raped in a cage she hates his friends with a passion they come over unannounced without the decency to ask him but they brought a 40 oz. so they party until they wake up the neighbors fuck them haters lets make the papers he looks at her she says nothing but her eyes say your disgusting she lets the stress out her eyes thinking what a bunch of morons if this were medieval times there heads is what i'd sharpen my swords on she selling donuts for his bail stuck in a ghetto retail he has the same nightmare in jail impaled on the tooth of a whale she puts on her eyeliner reads his first love letter black tears smudge the ink then she starts to feel better

how much will I learn in my lifetime? will I simply go out of my mind? hope i'm a cool old man with no big plan my work ain't done but I'm passed out in the sun I write in the dark until there's a spark all my ideas get lost in my heart how much will I give in my lifetime? will I feel no guilt if I fight crime? maybe I will maybe I won't will I lose hope? hope that I don't will I not care when I lose all my hair? inspire some dreams inspire nightmares and it all comes out at night darkness clears my mind so the ultimate gift is death where I can't see anything left how much will I love in my lifetime? who the hell would hate in there right mind? I picture you old your classy elegance your wrinkles are bold I haven't seen you since we was in the cafe 40 years to the day I love that you can still look at me that way.