Bad Mood (feat. Chucky Blk)

I was born with a club foot And I still feel that way I'm a tumor, a consumer, and I'm having a bad day Thanks for the input But we don't like to sit still We saw your band By the way which one is Bill? Father Time Mean old man Hourglass In his hand Mother Earth Loves the dirt As for us She hates our guts Every day I get home from work And my feet hurt And I'm in a bad mood Every day the boss is a jerk The customers are worse And I'm eating bad food My rising sign Is a porcupine My sun and moon's a lead balloon Yeah, everything is just fine I saw a kid at the 7-Eleven He seemed bummed out so I stopped for a second It turned out just to be my reflection So now I'm bummed out at the 7-Eleven (Not the 7-Eleven, c'mon) Yo yo yo Leather-bound tome pass to the homies (homies) Tone golden, soaked in something of the derivative of the OG's (OG's) Oh he, rappin' like the Wizard of O-Z (O-Z) Potent when the words leave his mouth they molten (molten) Burnin' down homes of those who had the audacity to build 'em next to volcanoes (what?) I'll send my greeting from Pompeii though (hello) Pyroclastic with the flow actually Casually smackin' those perpetuating bitchassedness (ha!) Ashy niggas naturally clash with my sensibility (sensibility) Crashin' when you enter the pilot seat with that ability Nappin' when you rap because the wack shit is killin' me Waxin' poetic without ever sayin' shit, if that The riff-raff is oh-so plentiful I pity the fool who dick-rides a trend till it's spent – you'll Never find meaning in that but it's a great way to take comfort in remedial raps You paste-eating dummies Real G's actually move like Artemis' bow long-range, skewering a bunny- I'm the Nicest Dionysus with the rhyming Find me in the hyperbolic time chamber Rewinding the tape to find the crustacean that had the nerve to leave the water and Begin this cycle of hatred We're going back to the Stone Ages, ha (to the Stone Ages) Yo yo yo - back to the Stone Ages (We're back, back, back, back, back, back to the Stone Ages) Uncle Sam He wants you Easy to swallow Hard to chew! Every day I get home from work And my feet hurt And I'm in a bad mood (bad mood) Every day the boss is a jerk The customers are worse And I'm eating bad food (bad food) My rising sign (yes, yes) Is a porcupine (is a porcupine) I'll take the deal The deal is fine I'll sign on the dotted line (This is the- Sign right there. Yes, yes. Please. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you)