1. Hey Fred
Nicoderm patch and a Marlboro red
Wild turkey out the bottle gauz covers where the wrists bled
Begged and pled and fled rockin' a hospital gown brain dead
Hitched a ride with a guy named Fred
Hey Fred, fuck that rehab shit
Cause I don't know if I want peace that bad
Seems that I'm so comfortable, uncomfortable and sad
But everybody else gets so damn mad
Objects in the mirror are closere than they apprear
I look half dead from here and I need bread for beer
There probably discovering my empty bed about now
No turning back, oh my God
I turn up the radio, rain smackin' the window
I'm the Mario inside the super Nintendo
Can't hide when your sick
And the chemicals are holding the joystick
Hey Fred, fuck that rehab shit
Cause I don't know if I want peace that bad
Seems that I'm so comfortable, uncomfortable and sad
But everybody else gets so damn mad
Vegitation euforic hope, I'm graspin
Walkin' out the mathadone clinic
Fuck it, I'm relasin'
Geeked up on more snow than Aspen
Lookin' for fudge ripple I got my rig
Life is good, oh how you fig
Pump up my dose to tripple
Main line noddin' out fallin' on my spine
CC's and cheap wine back to the land of the blind
Rewind, opium dens knockin' out brain cells
In the tens of thousands
Hookers and junkie hens and shitty housin
How arousing, day siz in the desert
On a horse with no name
Gradual suicide but whose to blame
I guess it's nobody's fault, I'm just lame
Nothin' stops cause if I'm headed back to Detox
I'm drinkin' Clorox
Hey Fred, fuck that rehab shit
Cause I don't know if I want peace that bad
Seems that I'm so comfortable, uncomfortable and sad
But everybody else gets so damn mad
Quick Fred floor it, I gotta get away
Hands me a J said it'll be okay
Like an old friend is the smell and the taste
You know Fred I just couldn't take that place
Hey Fred, fuck that rehab shit
Cause I don't know if I want peace that bad
Seems that I'm so comfortable, uncomfortable and sad
But everybody else gets so damn mad
2. Crazy People
Sittin' on the corner of 33rd and utter hell
You ain't killed nobody today, but I ain't well
Hangin' up on strippers, working on my 3rd bottle of liquor
You smellin' like cat litter, still bitter
Walk around the earth stressed
I've been buggin' since I fell out of my mothers dress
I guess, I'll have another panic attack
It's always darkest right before it's pitch black
World full of crazy people and I guess I'm one in the same
And I tell you man it's evil, but I don't know no other game
How did I get so dirty, you can see it on my face
But I ain't killed nobody today, just yet
So ya'll better give me some praise
I'm mood swingin' like a wreckin' ball
Knockin out a wall and I don't got a gun
So I'm shootin' birds at ya'll
And it piss me off more that you don't fall
I oughta take a ball of C4 to the mall
Lookin' out the window and the world calls me a chump
Smokin' a cig at the gas pump
Hey you wanta' bump
Excuse me sir, can you spare a buck of two
Fuck you mother fucker, I need liquor too
The worlds a cess pool and I'm a piece of shit
Stomach hangin' out my mouth when I'm blowin grits
I'm like a rat inside the wheel and it's played out
Drivin' off a cliff, smoke a spliff on the way down
Can't get a bitch, all of them are gay now
Hey pal, got the time? Does anybody really know?
Man, ya'll done lost ya'll mind
Well, so has everybody else
We're just cuttin' in line
World full of crazy people and I guess I'm one in the same
And I tell you man it's evil, but I don't know no other game
How did I get so dirty, you can see it on my face
But I ain't killed nobody today, just yet
So ya'll better give me some praise
And how am I suppose to walk
And how am I suppose to talk
And how am I suppose to live
When I ain't gotta damn thang to give
(Repeat)
Hey you wanna get a 50 piece, nah
Me neither
You ever wanna kill a cop, nah
Me neither
Ever contemplated suicide, nah
Me neither
You ever wanna run through a mall with an M16
Yellin' kill em all, nah
Me neither
You ever wanna swerve into the oncoming lane
Leavin' nothin' but body parts, wrecked cars and brains, nah
Well, me neither
World full of crazy people and I guess I'm on in the same
And I tell you man it's evil, but I don't know no other game
How did I get so dirty, you can see it on my face
But I ain't killed nobody today, just yet
So ya'll better give me some praise
3. Scarecrow
I am the everything the all knowing
The omnipotent one
I watch the fields I do not feel
I circumnavigate everyone
I am the scarecrow, alone and disconnected
You stare right past me undetected
I am only here when you expect it
And feel a sadness undescribable
I hange here motionless holding a bible
No revival
I died and became apathy
Then married vacancy
Then moved my children to the tundra of complacency
I do not exist in your world
I've burned the bridges, I've cut the life line
Now all I have left is my mind
Which judges all of you
Analyzes your dumb philosophies
Inwonderment of how you all have ruined your ecology
But you do not hear for I am to you only but nothingness
And I can't understand why I'm the only one that feels like this
It's all piss, I flee
Out of all the people that have left me
The one I miss most, is me
I am the scarecrow and I am so alone
And I've seen thirty years of down time
The face of a clown, a stick for a spine
From a grandiose small town mind
And crows fly all around mine
They shit on my shoulder
I got no voice, no mobility
I get older, heated but colder
No yield in my field, fuck my opinion
I stare at your houses in the distance
Silent persistence at night windows glisten
I got nothing to say cause no one would listen anyway
So I remain against the grain
I've seen sunny days with rain
Busted knuckles and pain and never complained
Dirt is my domain, my view is plain
But I'm invisible, sound mystical
Not really, the days are dry the evening chilly
The only one who understands is little Billy when he's lonely
Make me feel something, make me worth a damn
Make me new again, make me a fuckin' man
Seen the rise and fall the high and low the come and go
And if you knew what I know, sometimes one does not reap what he sews
The wind blows, the moon glows the water flows
The rain turns to snow, and the ground is froze
And only God knows why that's the way it goes
I am the scarecrow and I am so alone
6. More Like You(feat. Mandy Lauderdale)
An excess rules everything I do
So tell me how can I be more like you
Cause all of this don't seem to bother you
So tell me how can I be more like you
The lights are on but nobody's home
If I'm mad, well them my mouth foam
Cover my transportation in chrome
Under the sky dome
Pegasus flown over my skeletal features
But an opaque anatomy is all I'll ever be
For none to see
A numb teacher holding a counseling position
Posture remaining unchristian
Slouchin' down so low I'm missing
Caverns and taverns is where I sought my refuge
Stood in the foyer of the brothel meshing with sin
Grippin' a bottle
How many times I sat up in the night sky
Craving to die, wanting to fly
Knowing this was all a lie
The succubus French kissed me in the orafice
Complex as Oedipus left in my mouth a taste of distrust
Lust for flesh & bone, but ain't no angels in dust
Ain't no heroines in opium, word up I scoped 'em
There ain't no answers this is all random evolution
Best check the chemicals in your solution
You might be prostitutin'
An excess rules everything I do
So tell me how can I be more like you
Cause all of this don't seem to bother you
So tell me how can I be more like you
Why is everything so technical, got me thinkin' mechanical
Puffi' on those botanicals, every second so critical
Board with the human language
Anguish, beats on my mental, fuckin' with chemicals
Sick as the appetites of cannibals
Far away they shoot a laser from a computer
It ricochets off a satellite panel
To a missile silo in Cuba
Eyes behold catastrophe
Forseen by Nostradamus, the prophets peep the millennium
Age of the broken promise
More religions than park pigeons
The poor envy the rich and
Monetary decisions make pessimistic the vision
It's like the whole planet went off the deep end
While I was sleepin'
Men be leapin off ledges, when there women leave for the weekend
The human mind's an asylum, dialin' help lines repeatedly
Pushin' garbage down and putting more in so greedily
In the head of irate Babylonians
Everything is what it is, even when it's not
An excess rules everything I do
So tell me how can I be more like you
Cause all of this don't seem to bother you
So tell me how can I be more like you
8. Ms. Jones
Ms. Jones
Ms. Jones gotta yellow bird
Gotta pretty yellow bird that she be keepin' in a cage
Ms. Jones gotta yellow bird
But she don't want her pretty yellow bird to get laid
Get laid, get laid
But a B boy's gotta get paid
Get paid, get paid
Seen her at the corner shop
Sun dress dirty flip flops
Hand full of lollipops
Listenin' to hip hop
She knows everyone that comes around her grows
Waling down a dirt road
Blowin' open doors
And I know better but I keep getting heated
Jonsey want'a front
Don't want her baby getting treated
In the wrong way
But I gotta come along
Been a long day so put it in a song say
And I saw her at the fruit stand
And she smiled as if to say
I know that you are watching
When Ms. Jones jerked her away, my cutie
Waved from the car window
With one finger and a grin
And as the car got smaller all I could think about was sin
Ms. Jones
Ms. Jones gotta yellow bird
Gotta pretty yellow bird that she be keepin' in a cage
Ms. Jones gotta yellow bird
But she don't want her pretty yellow bird to get laid
Get laid, get laid
But a B boy's gotta get paid
Get paid, get paid
Even though I'm grown
Got it for this little bitty full blown
But Ms. Jones got her in the home
I'm alone
With her Polaroid in my hand
I try to hide the fact that I live in a trash can, man
How she got me in the zone
Called up to her house but somebody hung up the phone
Dial tone and I'm hinding in the grass
All up in her yard just to get a look at her ass dawn
I know she's too young for me
Yo, she asked me to the fair
I wish she would ignore me
Hard to pretend not to stare
My friends all say she's skanky
But I dig her armpit hair
And when I get my license
I'm gonna ask her to a picnic, yeah
Ms. Jones
Ms. Jones gotta yellow bird
Gotta pretty yellow bird that she be keepin' in a cage
Ms. Jones gotta yellow bird
But she don't want her pretty yellow bird to get laid
Get laid, get laid
But a B boy's gotta get paid
Get paid, get paid
Innocence and beauty
Such a deadly combination
Innocence and beauty
Such a deadly combination
Finally pulled her from the gridlock
Climax to the plot
Took her to see Kid Rock
Touched her on her wet spot
Now I got her open on Ms. Jones scopin'
Time for pokin' and I know
I don't really want her this way
But Ms. Jones kept her from my clutches everyday
So I go, hey, it will never be the same
And I don't even know her mother-fuckin' name
Ms. Jones
Ms. Jones gotta yellow bird
Gotta pretty yellow bird that she be keepin' in a cage
Ms. Jones gotta yellow bird
But she don't want her pretty yellow bird to get laid
Get laid, get laid
But a B boy's gotta get paid
Get paid, get paid
