On All Fours

Hey, yo, what's up?

I guess you're not Buck 65, I can't even call you Stinkin' Ranch

But, I'm just so pissy, man, I have to

Got a fistful of steel, gettin' crazy

You know what I'm sayin'?

Even me and my dad are just so upset with this fuckin' bullshit

Had to get drunk on our own

Later, motherfucker

Still not home, you're Buck 65, the rock star

I'm out in the distance, way too far

I'm readin' Walt Whitman at a Shakespeare festival

Checkin' you out while you're in the Halifax Mall

Thinkin' you're cool, but I'm out here

Come back, reachin' my ear

There's equal spaces between the hurdles and steeplechases

So I don't go around blowin' smoke in people's faces

Rather than actin' like a pest to your spouse

I'll conduct my behavior like I'm a guest in your house

No matter what, 'cause I found that you'll earn it

Your ass in the future if you fart on someone's furniture

Not everyone thinks havin' no class is funny

A fool is an outcast when he outlasts his money

I dress like an old man, so what? And lord knows

I love little babies and I cry at award shows

It's nice to hear sad songs played on the piano

I'm a fan of the fine arts, John Galliano

I use mirrors in attempts to dispelin' the powers

Of evil and believin', smellin' the flowers even

Life as a vagrant or thug will get stagnant

So follow your nose and savor the fragrance

I don't act hard and waste time with irrelevance

Or underestimate the audience's intelligence

I do what I do with skill and sincerity

I am what I am, not a fraud or a parody

So I don't act hard and waste time with irrelevance

Or underestimate the audience's intelligence

I just do what I do with skill and sincerity

Stupidity

Stupidity

Stupidity is disgusting, repulsive

Obnoxious, cretinous, wasteful

Stupidity

Stupidity is typical, common, everywhere