Casting Agents and Cowgirls

Hey... Hey... Hey... Hey...

You did it, you got it

You wowed the world

Of casting agents and cowgirls

Fess up you're dressed up to kill yourself

Girl, I'm a walking plane-crash to your moms and dads

Ostentations and crass pulling the gauze off your scabs

Bitch, I negate the myth of the 'great black boyfriend'

In the Polaroid at the get-together

Wearing a corduroy vest-sweater

So don't get that engagement ring engraved

'Cause before we met you thought that hoodrats laid eggs

And that rappers were just sky-pirates with peg legs

But I kick it with you simply for the shits and giggles, playful innuendos

You thought

"He's just an uber-dred for the federal fiscal cap"

But after brunch, you'll need

2 Sudafed's and a disco nap

After I drain your insides with a crazy straw

You ain't my baby-doll

"Cuz nigga you reek of coffee-shop blend"

My baby's a lollypop that caters to the miss polyglot's whim"

With addictive agents that outweigh oxycodones

And our phobias perfectly fit

It takes a quirky chick with curvy hips to petrify this working-stiff

You did it, you got it

You wowed the world

Of casting agents and cowgirls

Fess up you're dressed up to kill yourself

While I'm still on the shelf

They want an everyman milking the oldest gags

Spilling the contents of a Pepsi can on folded flags

They want an everyman milking the oldest gags

Spilling the contents of a Pepsi can on folded flags

I'll be today's avatar of the prefad

Then end up a child star in rehab

It's like a bed-and-breakfast

I'm sending a text message on my key pad

Saying "I have no more to say to my ex-manager(slash)sea hag divorcee

Except eat shit and die"

My daily commute ends with a fender-bender

'Cause no one acknowledges my ten-year tenure

I've got the know-how the thrill your scene

But they want someone lowbrow, a philistine