- shit your faith out, that spout you call a mouth
- slam dunk with nuts in your face, who's balling now?
- picking glass out of your LV sneakers
- i'm blowing chunks out of you M3's speakers
- causing you to drive erratically
- into the glass pane window of the first laundry mat you see
- throw you a roll of quarters to clean your life up
- and apply enough extra pressure to leave the knife stuck
- that's not a stab in your back that's a stab at your raps
- that'll leave you death gripping a mic layered with tacks
- pay your taxes so you won't go to jail
- pay your dues so you won't get labeled as failed
- only using three nails to nail you to a cross
- and we'll travel 3 miles to a cliff to push you off
- crucified, crews confide, cruise into the night
- while the track abuses your ride
CHORUS
- no matter how many windows you roll down
- crack your system, strip the knob off on the sound
- a spaced mind, blurred visions of the signs
- hypnotized by the white dotted lines
Broken Klutch
- There was evidence I was preaching, 4 Corner assault,
- causing coroners to revolt, while I was eye fucking my teacher
- Bleachers stained well, with proof I went to hell
- Awoken from a dream, that my scholar in ghetto fell
- As a black guard I was scar branded with an old dirty bastard
- Henny had my back with the authority of Lancaster
- What does that mean for the driver… Black Plague Jersey
- A Haitian horror story, that leaves Americans screaming Mercy
- These new batch of rappers are Aiken… Clay posters inhaled
- So I understand your confusion and determination to fail
- So I take my crotch to your girl, and flip the switch to convertible
- Her name was Girgle Goggle now, recognize the vertical
- Teenage massaqure, state of mind virgin
- anxiety got me twitchin, and my conscious of bad & evil's conversin
- Bad domestic reaction for that red & blue attraction
- That's why Kavorkian exists, so I can make that call & close your chapter
CHORUS
- no matter how many windows you roll down
- crack your system, strip the knob off on the sound
- a spaced mind, blurred visions of the signs
- hypnotized by the white dotted lines
credits
from The Happiest Sad Face,
released February 26, 2013
Written by Carl Kavorkian and Broken Klutch
Produced by Lou Cypher
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