The Audacity! (Intro)

How in the fuck did I get home

I just woke up and still stoned

I'm thinking about calling it quits

Cause I'm sick of the shit

That I've got to deal with on a daily basis

Cause I've been going hard on it all night long

Cause I don't want no fucking part-time job

They want me to be a man, I'm not I'm spose

I do what I want, I rock a Red Sox hat in the Bronx

I don't floss I just rap about flaws

I get bucks like falls and they all just flaw

They wonder why I write rap songs, it's a white guy without dying my hair blonde

And if he's a rap star

Where is the car

That he described in every line of the sixteenth bar

Where's the sixteen hard head men behind him (they're hiding)

And why are these hoes grinding

Are his rhymes to bind with gang violence

Is he somebody whose buddies are all dying?

Does he want to get rich or die Ryan?

He's buggin' if he's not thuggin'

He should try silence

He'll get served like a diner

Skinny man, should've joined an indie band, rocked eye liner

I've seen him leave the bar nissan car

With a tattooed arm that was little like shriner

I hear he rhymes off the brain, in Maine

Does he keep an eye behind the coat like primer?

If the dj put the vinyl on, would he rhyme along tighter than a dyke's vagina?

Is he spose? Higher than spock

Blunts in the wizzle while he runnin from the cops

Lyrical loogies that I hawk non-stop that I pull off the lot bumpin Aesop Rock

I'm definitively intricate an entertainer bring it til they're hatin' or hyperventilating I'm penetrating your brain

Yeah, fuck what you thought

Spose judge the bros and pot

Jizzle on the rhythm, toss in the towel

Somehow got a hit, and still went foul

I'm 24 bars in so what now?

I'll do 24 more for them put the mic down

Follow no trend obediently

As in, you might see me in a medium tee

I just got lines like a DMV

And I fix them up in Maine like I'm CMP

They wonder how dare he rap about ganja

When kids still die in genocides in Rwanda

Yeah I should shut my mouth

But I keep rocking like a chair in a haunted house

I'm from the dirt roads, dusty antiques

On the microphone, so damn sweet

Grow weed then my interests peak

Kick a hole in the speaker, I'll say sorry and then peace

Teeth unbleached, with the physique of a geek my be rich next week

But I'm neat with the speech when I skeet on these

Unique and out there like mozambiques

Run circles around rappers like inner tubes

Still mad humble in an interview

Whether rich, or monotarily miniscule

I'm who you relate to buddy cause I've been a dude

And if you heard me get neat not I

Got the shit together MC's fly by

Fickle other women in their free wifi

Sorry, you best believe I'm high

And I do what I want, might drink the bong water if it's murky like a swamp

And if rapping in Maine is so wrong

Just know the kid who mad this beat is from Vermont (Vermont?)

And that's how it has to be

I got room keys like I'm Cassidy

I'm at the red roof inn don't ask for me

Cause it's trashy don't bring Ashley

Spizzy Spose, Peter Sparker, I'm dastardly

I might hog until the pigs come, pass the weed

I could've fucked up massively

But instead I made it, the Audacity

Let's go

How in the fuck did I get home

I just woke up and still stoned

I'm thinking about calling it quits

Cause I'm sick of the shit

That I've got to deal with on a daily basis

Cause I've been going hard on it all night long

Cause I don't want no fucking part-time job

They want me to be a man, I'm not I'm spose