Squirm (feat. Iron Mike Sharp)
Thrown under the Bus in a pair of Nike Air Total TL maxes
Pete Rock, CL classic
Jerome Bettis I roam freshest no chrome fetish
Hacksaw Jim Duggan with the the strobe wettest
Black Sheep within a flock of the sameness
Doing macarenas in a pair of aqua trainers
My gospel greatness proclaimed from the top of Mount Olympus
Quick to snap on proud boys marching found them limping
So hell better go prepare their souls
Find themselves within a paradox no Air Ware soles
Slap a Caldecott sticker on them, haul them off
Weaksauce inside a white claw molotov
An olive daubed incel with zealous ambience
Existence unfulfilled with a bunch of mommy wants
Squirm, squirm, squirm, squirm
Some tawdry comp getting courage from a set of losers
Seeking refuge in message boards some rental movers
They're getting Rugers and tiki torches and spreading rumors
All this for some form of action just to get approval
Regret is brutal but it's fun and games until the hammer falls
Then again, the cops ride along in camouflage
They're losing everything, so fragile check their manopause
Lawn order types breaking any law they ran across
But what's the cost to pay when the nation's boss is gray
And their skin is white as mine? That's a toxic trait
Taught to pay homage, a leader out for Jim Jones
Locked in the Stock, home sweet home for syndromes
Closer to that cult climax, the Grinch moans
Supply wrath and bathe in fired brimstone
Squirm, squirm, squirm, squirm
A new apprentice, the true believer who moves so eager
Jumping high to high, chasing that elusive fever
The bruises deeper, the cast is signed by half the squad
Fueling fires blasting off with astronauts
Making martyrs of the ones who made the martyrs die
Idolatry the policy with precious heart to find
Let's start a riot using cars to kill, so guard your grill
Barbeque them start inhuman moves and arson thrills
Lighter fluid with the tones of flesh, so no one rests
Sacrifice ourselves until they hold them in a gold caress
The molten flesh, the stench to bring the gag reflexes
All to serve a haggard despot, but that brag is precious
Pete Rock, CL classic
Jerome Bettis I roam freshest no chrome fetish
Hacksaw Jim Duggan with the the strobe wettest
Black Sheep within a flock of the sameness
Doing macarenas in a pair of aqua trainers
My gospel greatness proclaimed from the top of Mount Olympus
Quick to snap on proud boys marching found them limping
So hell better go prepare their souls
Find themselves within a paradox no Air Ware soles
Slap a Caldecott sticker on them, haul them off
Weaksauce inside a white claw molotov
An olive daubed incel with zealous ambience
Existence unfulfilled with a bunch of mommy wants
Squirm, squirm, squirm, squirm
Some tawdry comp getting courage from a set of losers
Seeking refuge in message boards some rental movers
They're getting Rugers and tiki torches and spreading rumors
All this for some form of action just to get approval
Regret is brutal but it's fun and games until the hammer falls
Then again, the cops ride along in camouflage
They're losing everything, so fragile check their manopause
Lawn order types breaking any law they ran across
But what's the cost to pay when the nation's boss is gray
And their skin is white as mine? That's a toxic trait
Taught to pay homage, a leader out for Jim Jones
Locked in the Stock, home sweet home for syndromes
Closer to that cult climax, the Grinch moans
Supply wrath and bathe in fired brimstone
Squirm, squirm, squirm, squirm
A new apprentice, the true believer who moves so eager
Jumping high to high, chasing that elusive fever
The bruises deeper, the cast is signed by half the squad
Fueling fires blasting off with astronauts
Making martyrs of the ones who made the martyrs die
Idolatry the policy with precious heart to find
Let's start a riot using cars to kill, so guard your grill
Barbeque them start inhuman moves and arson thrills
Lighter fluid with the tones of flesh, so no one rests
Sacrifice ourselves until they hold them in a gold caress
The molten flesh, the stench to bring the gag reflexes
All to serve a haggard despot, but that brag is precious
Credits
Writer(s): Michael Frazier, Stephen Eric Bryden
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