The Sitcom Really Really Isn`t All That Real Lyrics

The Sitcom Really Really Isn`t All That Real lyrics

Hey Mom, hey Dad, I'm home

Look, Hunny, it's our little mistake!

Come give mommie a hug, but be careful, I'm on the rag!

Mmm, cherry slushies for everyone!

Haha, how was your day?*



For starters it sucked ass 'cause my boss is a dickhead

God handed out sticks and gave me the shit-end

Ridden with hoes, no kiddin' like one's spittin'

Got two right on my neck, three blister and on my dick-end

Clock tickin', sickin' and stickin' these rhymes inside of a beat

When really nobody's listen

White trash, Johnny No-Cash

Tried to sell weed but thugs slapped me and took my stash



*Son, what's with the shitface?

Golly fuck, Dad, heroin prices are through the roof

and my allowance just won't cut it anymore. I'm jonesin' for a hit!

Try whorin' your body, like Mom does!*



The local outcast with a rash on my inner thigh

Tryin' to outrun these bitches who all want me to die

Waitin' for some rappers to die so maybe I can get a chance

Without a song about makin' bitches dance

I hope all the clubs close

'Cause so many assholes trapped in one building

Should burn like great white shows

And all our hope is to pose a threat

Try to change what rap music hopes and I forget



The sitcom ain't real, what it's about

Money's for gangstas not high school dropouts

My life never resembled an episode of Full House

You stay stuck in this town you'll scream 'til your lungs come out

The sitcom ain't real, what it's about

Money's for gangstas not high school dropouts

I get so frustrated the vein in my forehead pops out

I'm more dead than dead people buried and forgotten about



*Dad? I need to borrow $300

$300? What for, son?

Well, I got Jenny knocked up again!

Son, did I ever tell you about your mother and the wire-hanger?*



Clout? Nope, none of that

America hates me like Yasur Arafat

You fuckers remember that

I feel obligated to tell you that in the past

Oh yes, I playa-hated

Now shit is different, now I'm playa-jaded

Most of these so called MCs is overrated and outdated

New dawn, and it's a red one

The only good rapper to me is a dead one



*Golly, Dad, is it ever O.K. to hit a woman?

Son, in my day, it wasn't right to hit a woman.

But now that equal rights have been established, you wallop that cunt!

And kick her while she's down!*



Nah, I'm just fuckin' around, I know I sound bitter

I grew up in a town where white kids say "What up, nigga?"

When they all wanna be, it's ironic to me that that's what I get called

Just 'cause I wanna jump up on a beat

So fuck all you assholes, past present and future

Hope a young thug fires at me, misses and shoots ya

I wouldn't lie, man, I tell the truth to ya

There's no tellin' what this fuckin' town'll do to ya



The sitcom ain't real, what it's about

Money's for gangstas not high school dropouts

My life never resembled an episode of Full House

You stay stuck in this town you'll scream 'til your lungs come out

The sitcom ain't real, what it's about

Money's for gangstas not high school dropouts

I get so frustrated the vein in my forehead pops out

I'm more dead than dead people buried and forgotten about



Most of you assholes all think you gangstas

99% of you's are fuckin' fake, ain't ya's?

That's why I hate ya's

Verbal Heaven's gate knock a fuckin' hole in my head, insert a metal plate

I feel empty, kinda plastic

When this shit drops I'ma get my fuckin' ass kicked

But that's O.K. with me, I'd die for the cause

'Cause my only purpose in life is to fuck with ya'lls

I hate your fuckin' guts 'cause my record got bumped back

You went double-platinum, I went double-hubcap

A rugrat, you'd be pissed too suckin' a freshly dubbed track

What the fuck would you do?



*Gee whillikers Dad, does it ever get any easier?

Son, if there's one thing I've learned it's this:

We're all gonna live and die in this shitty, shitty town* (He's right)



And the funny thing is, he is right. I bid you farewell

from Shit Town, America, folks. Get home safe,

ladies and gentlemen. Hold your girlfriends tight,

and pretend not to notice their mouths taste like your best friends dick.

'Cause in the end you're just a small town piece of shit. Smile!

Until next time folks, it's Weerd Science. Fuck off.