Kill A Hipster Lyrics - Cardboard Castles - Watsky

[feat. Chinaka Hodge] 

[Hook: George Watsky] 

Rent's up (That shit's no good) 

Starbucks where the skate rink stood 

It's a fixture (it does no good) 

(I know) kill a hipster (Save your hood!) 

Wrote congress (it did no good) 

Read scripture (it did no good) 

You could take a picture or knock on wood 

(Fuck that) kill a hipster (Save your hood!) 

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[Verse 1: George Watsky] 

I'm getting Hummus, hummus 

I'm getting hummus, hummus 

I'm at the park playing dodgeball 

Drinking San Pellegrino like it's Cristal 

No school, alcohol 

Living no rules-Calvinball 

You wanna brawl? Ho please 

I sprinkle you with some goat cheese 

I get it straight from the fuckin' farm 

I even put goat cheese in my lucky charms 

I'm at the taco truck looking like a mack 

I roll my Rs hard like I'm busting off a gat 

It's like, "hola mama, I'm your papa" 

May I please have dos Horrrrrrrrrchatas? 

I'm like brap brap brap! 

When I smack your ass fast with my backpack strap 

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[Hook] 

[Verse 2: Chinaka] 

Pencil to the neck, razor to your innertube 

Bullet to your disrespect, I hate your hipster attitude 

Your whole chassez, acting like you own us with your whole passé 

Dance around the issue patna, no plié 

But you'll get broke for that French shit, so cassé 

And you can put that in your lit mag and your Tumblr blog 

Eat it with the bacon off your farm fresh hog 

Sip it like Kombucha, hope your last meal suit ya 

Do-gooder types, commuters on bikes 

Brooding 20-somethings with the coolest of "likes" 

You be loving on my city like johns 

Rubbing on her titties leaving money in palms 

Our rumbling guts can only hunger so much 

Plus we redundantly blunted in lieu of giving a fuck 

We'll cut you for the scratch 

Leave in on a tee 

And if we've done it properly you're copping it from Treat, 'cause 

[Hook] 

[Verse 3:] 

Look in the mirror and it's clear I've become one of 'em 

Kill me please if I'm one of 'em 

I walk the block like I'm hot shit 

I gentrified the corner store just buying hot chips 

But now I'm caught red-handed 

With this land so make me a dead bandit 

And if you see me sipping at an open keg 

Put me down like a horse with a broken leg 

[Hook]