Push open the door coming home from a stressful week
bored out of my mind hangin my head down like i'm doing lines of
connect the dots expect it not to ever get much better
until i slam the door and lock it sit down and take off my sweater vest

every day before has been bleak the same old boring routine
power up the computer and tower over it like a girzzly bear
pretend the start up sounds are it cowering like its a little scared
sit up in my folding chair big and black like Tyler perr(y)

afro pick in my hair on that nappy shit Upton Sinclair its graphic
I do bad shit in my jungle.. (continuous 8th notes)
open up my itunes and put on some mr bungle
give in to the urge to throw it down like i'm rapunzel

(let down your hair...(deep voice) I CANT BITCH IM NOT EVEN HERE))

in a moment i'm alone in my own world ..pretty scary shit
all rationality is lost like the weight off drew careys balls
punching holes into my walls i throw shit up like randy moss

I dont need a huge crowd to get me moshing in my room
music dont gotta be loud to get me moshing in my room
computer speakers blown my headphones on i'm in the zone
dont knock and ask me what i'm doing bitch i'm moshing in my room

oooooohh barracuda ok computer
waka flocka chaka kahn i just turnd-ed shuffle on
song after song until they're gone daddy gone.
every playlist makes my dayshift seem irrelevant

hella sick of dealing with these idiots at work
so when i get home i put on some Big Freedia and start to twerk
i imagine these accessories are my coworkers standing next to me
get mad and flex and then smash my shit to smithereens
regret sets when i have to clean it up

but i still dont give a !@#%
bitch i'm moshing in my room until i'm
out of breath green in the face place trashed like oscar the grouches house
saliva streaming from my mouth as i scream the lyrics to fat lip
Frank Zappa swagger black sabbath i'm going batshit

playing air bass to mingus
calluses on my fingers
bouncing off my the walls like sugar cults
made out of flubbbber dolls
i aint trappin shit i mastered it like lex luger
my rooms a wes craven film starring freddy krueger

cant even contain myself when busta rhymes comes up on itunes
unexplained my brain and body form a fuckin typhoon
spin around in circles looking goofie steven urkle
abuse my ears so much they start to blush the color purple

I dont need a huge crowd to get me moshing in my room
music dont gotta be loud to get me moshing in my room
computer speakers blown my headphones on i'm in the zone
dont knock and ask me what i'm doing bitch i'm moshing in my room

i'm rockin shitty pocket held earbuds that work just fine
but even homeless dudes have beats BY DRE right next to their bottled wine
shits overpriced i'd rather fill my ears with hooker pee
OMG they stinky like onions greener than booker t

now every black kids got em its a crime niggas is victims
eat em up like a bowl of hog maws & chitlins
but not me i stay far far far far away
shhh i'm just kidding can i put 2 on layaway?? PLEASE
??
close my eyes go wild and spin so hard my hands turn crimson red
king of the castle windmilling like titty tassels on some breast-asis
super swags the best-estest. Nah we just some assholes
jump rope necklace hula hoop you like a lasso


sugar ray leonard coehen
every morning bow throwin
women wonder why i leave my room so satisfied cause am
wildin out looney toonin croonin like barry manalow got
shuffle on roughin up all my stuff to every band i know

eff a broad i aint tryna impress no ho
but i bet this bass is deep enough to queef your sisters pee hole
these rhymes I say arent serious
so please girls if your hearing this
then you are way to close to my headphones yo