Square Three Lyrics - Buck 65

Buck 65-Square 3 

[intro] 

music to be murdered by 

it is mood music in a juggular vein and i hope you like it 

our record requires only the simplist of equipment 

an ordinary phonograph needle 

a 4 inch speaker 

and a 38 calibur revolver 

naturally the record is long played 

even though you may not be 

so why dont you relax? 

lean back and enjoy urself 

until the coroner comes... 

oop my penis is comin out 

there must be trouble in the monkeyhouse 

fever runnin cage to cage 

either one in change for change 

both of us with glass between us 

bittering and banging, 

singing in sanging 

spinnin and hangin out 

yingin and yangin 

whats the big idea? 

comin with the sideshow mountain act 

u could always drop my class 

if you find it too challenging that way 

nobody knows a face 

we just take it to a higher gear 

but oh thats why ur weird now 

you got a barbed wired beard 

i see you better watch your face protecting your material 

you knwo who youre dealin with here im flakier than breakfast cereal 

i changed all levels and i replaced all players but im 

tired in runnign around liek baseball players always got 

trouble on the mind developed the feed of prophets 

tell the deceased about it, go yell at a priest and shout it out 

loud is here new laws, in stoen, windblown 

you saw the infection with bad knees and an ingrown duel claw 

bitch, you got lucky with the phone calls and the spread sheets 

so, cut the crap out along with the cigarettes and the red meats 

this fate can see in your eyes trying to match manuvers with your mouth open 

looks liek youre diamonds scratched and hearts champed 

play along, safe inside me it doesnt matter what you think 

you no-floats, and row boats when u hit below dont say 

doh,.meew!meew! got to get out of here! 

slur my esses, then you blur my message 

i got a long list of reasons, and an even longer rope to tie 

demons aint supposed to cry 

tears enough to soak the sky 

pourin out of both your eyes 

cross your legs and hope to die 

sketch artist...... 

...........what??........ 

........noo? 

nowww ii feel like goin out ive got enough love to fill the place 

ill come to ur house and ovulate on ur pillow case 

i knwo where im goin so i dotn even need to look 

i shoudl probably do a show you know 

but id really rather read a book 

so, pay me lots of money now 

im done payin dues 

and im not puttin the pressure on 

and im not sayin jews 

but ive accepted challenges 

and ive taken many dares 

and its hard to make it all coem back when u havent been anywhere 

so, we can have a sleepover 

ill lay a towel down 

you can do the rest, and then well both make a vowel sound 

single white female, we can play connect the dots 

but gimme a second to myself to just collect my thoughts 

uhh.... 

now meet me at the great taste 

show me your soul, and ill try to keep a straight face 

i know you are pissed in the past and you were put off 

why dotn you take it out on me 

and shoot the last of ur foot off? 

Switzerland, what about girls?and what about jobs? and what about all the tiem that was spent int he what about fogs 

i should pull your pants down 

for no reason and spank you 

but i wont, if u be a good boy- please and thank you 

now i. 

say jump. 

you say. 

how high? 

its the grim reaper vs the gym teacher 

and it goes liek.. 

"u talking to me? 

"im the only one standing here" 

"you make the move" 

"...mmokay" 

uhyah i got a 

i got a long list of reasons, and an even longer rope to tie 

demons aint supposed to cry 

tears enough to soak the sky 

pourin out of both your eyes 

cross your legs and hope to die... 

sketch artist...... 

...........what??........ 

........noo? 

[scratch] 

you dont know me... 

[bill cosby] 

and the coolest, coolest thing about buck was that he was one of us, didnt smoke didnt drink, didnt kiss no women... 

it was great cause you could really talk to buck and he would hear ya 

oh one time they threw buck out the 3rd story window he landed on the ground *thud* that cat was stiiiill goin jack! haha We were all goin "GOO AHEEAD BUCK! that was really cooool man!" 

[intro] 

you try so hard, you jump so high, then you run so fast and you dont know why...you gotta try so hard, jump so high, and you run so fast and dont knwo why...you gotta try again, try try again 

the try hards drive cars that need new parts 

they got vampire fangs and see thru hearts 

but they wouldnt be caught dead without the right clothes on 

the harder they try, the more everything goes wrong 

the tryhards talk until the back of my neck hurts 

no matter what, the topic is "the experts" 

the tryhards cant dance, but do dance anyways 

then they say tryhards, are kinda retarded 

but i wouldnt go that far, i shoudl mention for starters 

theyre modern day maureders just dyin for attention 

yeah, tryhards, candy-coated comedians 

live thru medium-sized imaginations 

lies and exagerrations, all on an average weekday 

they have a unique way, of making you want to vomit 

drama slash nonsense akways part of the content 

opinions and comments, from cowboys and indians 

climbin a steep hill, just for a cheap thrill 

dancin queens, cant seem to keep still 

the tryhards dotn sleep well, they just toss and turn 

and im not concerned about it, to tell you the truth 

they get on my nerves, i refer to them as perverted 

earthworms, as they prefer to play dirty 

the tryin hardest, theyd probably say im an artist 

obvious novices that just feel so informed 

thats its even more annoying than being trapped in a toystore 

with hardcore rappers, paraders and wannabes 

i say probably highway robbery 

aint worse than being pestered by this type of person 

tryhard children still throw tantrums 

on their mattresses in their mansions 

and pay attention fully to the bully with the headphones 

fascinated actually with makin a fashion statement 

tryhards dont know how to relax 

its ridiculous how he always overreacts 

the tryhards just go along for the ride 

i guess the nbeed for speed can be stronger than pride 

[fades] 

the tryhards.....they jump so high, they run so fast and dont know why..... 

[buck] 

i was raised on a dirt road 

ghost town, stray dogs 

whole nine, the gold mine closed down 

i knew the woods like the back of my hand 

and i would shoot the breeze 

with the roots and trees 

i'd go by the river 

and watch the way the devil dances 

but never took his hand 

even though i did have several chances 

everybody slept 

when the morning dew turned to frost 

darkness moved in 

and somebody burned a cross 

a girl named stella cuwin 

was prettier than you`d imagine 

the town should've given her the crown 

for the beauty pageant 

but instead 

some local pinhead started spreading rumors 

about the cuwins being inbreds 

and what's worse, people believed it 

cause the family was dirt poor 

and down on their luck 

so that made it hurt more 

picking up garbage and mowing the grass 

at this point stella stopped going to class 

you know how they ridicule a kid in school 

and this shit's enough 

to make anybody feel like a misfit 

she made herself invisible 

and hid inside a house of mirrors 

whenever the fear stops 

so did the tear drops 

but fear is forever 

and lies become legend 

and eventually growing 

slowly, exponentially 

she should've been a cover girl 

treated like a princess 

but she's an enigma 

haunted by the stigma of incest 

she tried to hide the scars 

her name reminds me of the stars 

i saw diamonds divide 

in the corners of her eyes 

she tried to hide the scars 

her name reminds me of the stars 

i saw diamonds divide 

in the corners of her eyes 

one horse town 

known for the most softness 

little old schoolhouse 

burned down post office 

blueberries and bulrushes 

a tree with a tire swing 

volunteer fireman's fair 

the whole entire thing 

stella was heartbroken 

decided to start smoking 

bad taste in her mouth 

she grew into a sad face 

her few friends were worried 

but her parents were always pround of her 

but she never escaped from under the cloud cover 

a woman reduced 

she was eaten by a monster 

and after all these years 

the past, it still haunts her 

it whispers her name 

when she's trying instead 

to just listen to music 

while she's lying in bed 

now the story of stella 

is one that every child knows 

but the witch in the woods 

is more like a wild rose 

she tried to hide the scars 

her name reminds me of the stars 

i saw diamonds divide 

in the corners of her eyes 

she tried to hide the scars 

her name reminds me of the stars 

i saw diamonds divide 

in the corners of her eyes.....