Malcom Interlude

ok alright
 ok alright, yea x2
 yea i spend my, nights working
 and im quite certain
 if the right person come across me then i might hurt em
 this the, white sermon
 and i aint talk generic, these rappers is my sons im the shittiest of parents
 this just another suicide lullaby
 you dont get the truth here we only summarize
 facts saying nothing we should publicize
 throwing lightning bolts, my bitch go the thunder thighs
 its young zeus with is, throw a blunt in the cirle playing duck duck goose with it, too prolific
 lot of people after the bread, me ima rap when im dead
 tell em shoot me in the back of the head
 man with no face
 .yeah, man with no face, uhm
 Man with no face
 Yea. yeah, yeah
 Unstable head, fillin' up with raps
 Whiskey in my flask shit you didn't have to ask
 There's making judgements but they didn't know the half
 I ain't Schoolboy Q bitch, I didn't go to class
 Your bitch pussy lips is on my 'stache
 I see these new rappers and, all I do is laugh
 Rap sabotage, young Macintosh
 Funny money like I was buddies with Judd Apatow
 Yeah, the raps is hard but the pack is raw
 I'm Old Jewish homie, chillin' playing racquetball
 And it's all good after all
 And it's all good after all
 Yeah, man with no face
 Man with no face