Punch! from Sketches2 by Buggy
I’m Kane Hotter out the water
I’m tryna get my fame by the way of Ma Otter
Hole in the washtub and hawked Pa’s toolbox
Scratch-off offering sponsored by Doc Bullfrog
I’m chanting “All Hail Moondog!”
All the while acting like a character on Boondocks
Either that or “Inside Out” lore
I’m also taking classes on how to get out more
My bass rattling the rearview
Cruising with that “Free Armin Meiwis” kinda attitude
The statement made was brimming with empty platitudes
I’mma drop some shit to get your core fans mad at you
Discerning third eye blind to quality
Feel like I’m living on some Palmolive packaging
Patient deemed cured after loss of mental faculties
At least I no longer feel tacky
All my fucking life I’ve been banking on attracting opposites
Tanked my credibility now I’m attracting opulence
Private eyes watching copping feels of standoffishness
They’re Kilroying the fence, I gotta stop this shit
Where I’m from all shadows are named
It pays to play Fabian, this shit ain’t a game
Shooting carrom tables faithful with that lemon meringue
Tryna leave an impression like soft suede in the rain, wait
Fakes and faux hoes is all that there is
Either that or going band for band with Opium kids
Synthesizing brow sweat just to wetten the pigs
A hundred bucks up front to do an Ashlee Simpson jig
Tracy Chapman’s still on the other side
She’s the infrared blinking on my iPhone at night
Bud Abbot by Daylight, but couldn’t put it on high
Add in a little talent and (Sparks are gonna fly)
