Zorak - Cavanaugh, Open Mike Eagle, Serengeti

Yeah, just stuntin' on it

Father-in-law's mad, and mad space booty

Display rockers case I had groupies named Suzie

Tropical and transparent, all even like a ruby

Courtroom drama in a coming-of-age movie

Treat the ladies well, warm chest in a 'cuzzi

I know we just met, just come for like a hammock net

Backward chains, baby wet, don’t forget your turtleneck

It’s cold like a rain check or being outdated technology

How the fuck is I’m entertaining?

How the fuck is I’m entertaining?

(Technology)

How the fuck is I’m entertaining?

(Technology)

How the fuck is I’m entertaining?

How the fuck is I’m entertaining?

How the fuck is I’m entertaining?

(Yeah)

Yeah, feel my nervous, mic my heartbeat

I write with sharpies like I’m Mike McCarthy

Reffin' fights between lights and darkies

And my malarkey’s all in checkered

Old emotions dissolve collectives

The hero fell so we should call detectives

The old wind’s blowin' me in all directions

How the fuck is I’m entertaining?

(Technology)

How the fuck is I’m entertaining?

(Technology)

How the fuck is I’m entertaining?

(Technology)

(Technology)

How the fuck is I’m entertaining?

(Technology)

How the fuck is I’m entertaining?

(Technology)

How the fuck is I’m entertaining?

(Technology)

(Technology)

How the fuck is I’m entertaining?

How the fuck is I’m entertaining?

(Technology)

How the fuck is I’m entertaining?

(Technology)

How the fuck is I’m entertaining?

How the fuck is I’m entertaining?

How the fuck is I’m entertaining?

(Technology)

Coffee sip, swollen hip from a jet ski flip

Tobacco pipe, amber stem, eagle rim, golden trim

Gold heads, glass legs, rusty hinge, amp legs

Lookin' like a sand wedge, sandy pants, golden floored

ocelot, used to smoke a lot of pot

Hella Ls, roll it up, it up, light it up

Did it weirdly, what happened last week?

Steve (Steve)

Motherfucker please, go

Yup (Shit)

Yo, Tokyo is expensive

mad, lonely, lovely, moody

So long Japan, return of the lion man

How are you, my lion?

Words exactly as on Bob’s chest

He gets annoyed all the time, try’na get into his mind

Wish I could kill this mime, and the hyenas growled outside

You could see the fire from the planes in the sky

Mighty Micro, let go, technology

How the fuck this is, is, is entertainment?

How the fuck?