Libs - Boiler

Packing rap nerds in bars
Packing rap words in bars
Rapping backwards ain't hard
Where my fast learners at
On the back burner
We're back
The evil rap lurkers
Axe murder the track
It's all work
No play
It's ok
It's far worse
Artwork for no pay
You don't say
If I do say so myself
No way no how
Not on a cold day in hell
The boiling point
Treadin hot water
On thin ice
Dark blue
Godfather Part Two
Still putting down bock lagers and bar food
With idgits and sharp spoons
Just give me some arm room
Far from bar none
But I'm art gum
To R Crumb
Erasing his cartoons
It's basically barbaric
A slip of the sharp tongue
Lickety split
This shit typically starts young
Sipping on blonde burgundy bomb bourbon
They think I'm Ron Burgundy
Wrong person
Blasting Beast of Burden
Down the back alley
East suburbia
Fat alley cat speaks to birdies
Cheap chirping scalawags
It's three thirty
I think I peaked early
Drink
Be merry
Sing Journey
On my Steve Perry
Meets Keith Murray
Don't Stop Believing In
The Most Beautifullest Things
In This World
Got the world on a string
Got the string around my finger
Til it's purple and it bleeds
Don't mean to beat around the bush
Swing around in circles
All I sing about in hooks
Is going to see about a girl
Hey hey hi
I don't know what to say
Uh bye
Bout to throw up on stage
Success about to go up in flames
Happy go luck to blame
Yep nope
Nothing's changed

Written by:
Eric Libby

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