Sing It, Shitface Lyrics - Singles - Edan

Donavexx, lyrical asshole, taking shitty MC tongue, to the frozen flagpole 

I fart at family functions, landin punches, in the face of life 

I paid a grand and three hundred for my beat machine 

My body, I keeps it clean, by eating vegetables 

While you claim indestructible 

I made em feel uncomfortable 

By talking bout some hemorrhoids and how my parakeets unemployed 

I enjoyed, watching old men put Pennzoil inside their engines, 

while eating cookies kept in tinfoil 

I been spoiled like the underwear thats been soiled By my opponents when I assemble microphone kits 

Most kids appear dome-less, 

I wonder their folks did to make em think they flow swift with broken focus 

Folk hymns are sung while my guitar is strung, and then plucked, to make a hip hop 

purist tense up 

Sure its 10 bucks to come and see me at a show 

But when I stage-dive into Jello you wont care about the dough 

But if you still think my shit is wack youll get your money back 

And then youll leave the show and run into two men in funny hats 

Theyll beat the fuck outta you, take your wallet out your back pocket 

After that youll swell up in the eye sockets 

Then I finish my show and go to the parking lot 

And meet the two men, who then, put your loot in my pocket 

I tried jockin myself, but that didnt work 

After I realized that God was watching with a hidden smirk 

I shit a turd that stunk the house for three weekends 

Instead of R&B bitches, I do my hooks with Japanese kids! 

[chorus] Japanese kids singing 

Edan: So sing it shitface! 

Ooh, I love farting in the bathtub, at clubs, at home 

On the road, in your face unload, in your eyeball 

Fart while walking on the sidewalk, after nightfall 

To the point you spray Lysol, despite all the things 

That the people might say, I grab my genitals and tell em Have a nice day 

The right way, to grab a mic is constantly exhibited 

By me, and the MC that knows that he's unlimited, its eminent 

like water splashing on the coast lines 

Then I go to town meetings 

And on the bulletin board I post rhymes, most times 

don't give a fuck bout what you telling me 

I get excited and crash a third grade spelling bee 

and just as a girl named Bethany is about to win by spelling cheese 

I interrupt the train of thought by yelling Freeze! 

And when she sees that I am nothing but a prankster 

she tells the teacher, but I proceed to go 

And yank her for her title, of third grade vocabulary champion 

she starts to cry, I say: that's what you get for tampering 

with the wordsmith, with the verb gift 

The principal got nervous, when I ran into his office shirtless 

What's the purpose of terrorizing elementary schools? 

I don't know, but I penetrate your brain with entry tools 

Narratives from the battle-tongue 

My record collection consists of twenty two copies of Aqualung 

Half a lung is what I need to rock the venue 

I then do some Herculean shit on the wheels to cold end you 

Got the versatility of ten dudes, next up my little shitfaced friend 

Serves up a chorus from the menu 

[chorus] Japanese kids singing 

So sing it scumbug, yeahhhh 

This is Donavexx, a.k.a. Edan 

Signing off, Baby