Edan Sing It Shitface Lyrics

Sing It Shitface Lyrics

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Din effects, spiracle asshole, taking shitty Mc tongues to the frozen
flagpole



I farted family functions, landing punches in the face of life



I paid the grand three hundred for my beat machine, my body



I keep it clean, by eating vegetables, while you claim indestructible



I made 'em feel uncomfortable by talking about my hemroids



And now my parakeet's unemployed, I enjoyed watching old men



put pens oil all inside the engines,while eating cookies kept in tin foil



I been spoiled, like an underwear that's been soiled by my opponents



When I assemble my microphone kit, most kids are mere domeless



I wonder what they folks did to make 'em think they flow swift with broken
focus



Vocals???are sung, while my guitar is strung, and inplugged to make the hip
hop



Pure it's cents up, sure it's ten bucks to come and see me at a show



But when I stage dive into jello you won't care about the dough



But if you still think my shit is wack, you'll get you're money back



And then you leave the show, running into two men with funny hats



They'll beat the fuck out of you and take your wallet out of your back
pocket



After that you swell up in the high sockets, then I'll finish my show and go
to



The parking lot to meet the two men, who then put your loot in my pocket



I try jocking myself but that didn't work, after I realised that God was



watching with a hidden smirk,I shit a turd that stunk the house for three
weekends



Instead of RnB bitches, I do my hooks with Japanese kids







(Chorus: Japanese Kid Singing)







So Sing it Shitface







Ooh, I love farting in the bathtub, at clubs, at home



On the road, in your face unload, in your eyeball



Fart while walking on the sidewalk, after nightfall



To the point you spray lights all, despite all the things



That the people might say, I grab my genitals and tell'em have a nice day



The right way, to grab a mic is constantly exhibiting



If I mean, then the MC knows he's unlimited, it's intimate



like water splashing on the coast lines



where I go to town meetings



And on the bulletin board I post rhymes, most times



don't give a fuck about what you telling me



I get excited and crash your third grade spelling bee



and just as a girl named Bethany is about to win my spelling cheese



I interrupt the train of thought by yelling freeze



And when she sees that I'm nothing but a prankster



she tells the teacher, but I proceed to go



And yank her for her title, of third grade vocabulary champion



she starts to cry, I say : that's what you get for tampering



with the wordsmith, with the verb gift



The principal got nervous, when I ran into his office shirtless



what's the purpose of terrorising elementary schools?



I don't know, but I penetrate your brain with entry tools



Narratives from the battletongue



my record collection consists of twenty-two copies of Aqualung



atheling is what I need to rock a venue



I then do some percolating shit on the wheels to cold end you



got the versatility of ten dudes, next stop my little shitface friend



Serves a chorus up from the menu







So Sing it shitface 







(chorus: Japanese Kid Singing)