[Intro]
I bleached my hair, just for you
My pants are tapered, I sharpen my shoes

[Verse 1]
Hard blow get so rare nose hair get combed bare
Add another stair feel the heart sharp like no air
Grasp up, lung like a gas pump, drunk from the brass cup
Couldn't win the gold got put up in a mass slump
Any sweeties wanna treat me, weak from knees to feeties
Wounds were kinda meaty, nurses shy to meet me
The Band-Aid was handmade it does sting like canned Raid
Made a hundred bands just from handling a brand's name
Did it all for you, barbecued a red kangaroo
Hear my point of view, the spew they try to misconstrue
Ask me, do I play the role that heffers cast me
Nasty, won't be known today for only backseat
Shotgun, cock one for the block son
Hit the pot once, cigs will make your teeth rot fun
Beat the snot outta snitches culture tatted on the wrist
The court ruled rap guilty on account of the assist

[Chorus]
Am I just another guy now?
(I need someone just like you)
Please, please show me that you need me girl
(Please tell me what I have to do)

[Verse 2]
Slip of the big lip, snap with their shit quick
Out of town clowns left rap with its wrists slit
Chicken, just made some room in the fryer
The desire I require hear the doom from the choir
Cue the newsroom while you caught up in a costume
Not groomed, fans do but news can't do
Without you well dressed looking like a swell mess
Foul breath booking shows without a care left
They want you in the hooks now, off of the books now
Look down, nose brown, shows bound to crooks now
How it looks so shiny before the John Hancock
Whining when you find me swarm to store mans stock
Sorry 'bout that one, it's starry from the back son
Reality shows it's far from a snack son
Morality, mortality, not in this business
I can do as I please without a live witness

[Chorus]
Am I just another guy now?
(I need someone just like you)
Please, please show me that you need me girl
(Please tell me what I have to do)

[Verse 3]
Caught with more 9s than Pitchfork gave 'Ye
Holidays pass away, they were designed that way
Not looking for coal whether Christmas or Halloween in the distance
You're not niche just mimicking tradition
Like Fritz & Mike, do the sex with your rivals wife
Highlights get typed if you like those survival fights
All these elders nod to young just to poke fun
Then go swelter in some fraud like Araya's mortgage mod run
Rome was not built in a day not even the Colosseum
Death was a sure guilt, I picked out the mausoleum
Ex girl called asking for a place to stay
I said there's plenty of fish out here in (Sheepshead Bay)
It ain't right to test me 'cause I wear no wigs
Your verbal wrestling makes me come quick like Miggs
Ribs got to spitting quit dicking chickens who are Wiccans
My guts say these types I'm picking are a given