Alright Songtext / Lyric

They say what do ya think, B?

I said I don't think

Call me when these young bucks Old enough to drink

Balanced over the sink Is how sick I am

Trying to keep my little cousins Off Instagram

I'm trying to keep these little toys Out my nephew's mouth

He tried to play with my mic I told him "Go sit down"

Cause I'm a shitty babysitter Quick to fuck you & your kid up

I'll slap him on the back

And give him whiskey till he hiccup

Oh

I know you think

I'd probably make a good dad

But the beard got you tripping

You don't know me like that

I'm a bully Ball buster Fully grumpy Cock sucker

Plus the prettiest narcissist I got it from my mother

Perfect working example Of your worst case scenario

This is my movie You're working to earn a cameo!

GoPro shaky hand

Panorama scope one man distribution

Jam it down your throat

Cause I'm a vehicle

No I'm a virus

No I'm a god damn Monster of science

I try to do what I can To stay inspired



So bury me at thirty-five thousand feet

I may be going down

But at least I'll be upright in my seat!

These flashy pre-pubescents With medallions in their necklace

I see them with their baggage And their entourage at check-in

Bin-odd is my body guard I'm laughing as I step in

I hope he's going far He certainly travels heavy

And privately

I bet he sweat the taxes and fees

You think you're ballin' But your breakfast That's your ass in the breeze

I'm absolutely fucking fabulous at Smashing MCs

I'm on my Qs and my Ps

My penis free of disease

I'm in my Jesus year, Judas

Living crucifix-free

So you can hang out if you want

But don't do it for me

Cause I'm a heathen

No I'm a tyrant

No I'm a pea-shooter

Aimed at Goliath

I check engines I change tires

I try to do what I can To stay inspired



We was down in North Carolina Round this time last year

On a hardcore lineup With Circle Takes the Square

The first time it happened Was with Scroobius Pip

The PA blew a fuse As soon as my bass hit

I'm facing a big room Full of impatient kids

Unaided by the amps or the mic or the rig

Lot of your favorite rappers Would have cancelled the gig

Held it down both times Acapella, like "fuck this shit!

If they can't give me a stage I'm getting up on a chair!"

That's all you Really need to know about My fucking career

The care less half listener class

Write it and read it As fact

Either you keep Or you trash, Ether

I'm breathing on tracks

We don't retreat Or look back

Sleep on my region Dismiss a legion

I eat with the pack!

Clear the way, free up the pass

Before I put cleats In your back

Creep with the beetles and rats

Roaches and creatures that last

Evil Kenevil of rap

Power to Buddy P

I holler "Peace"

And I leave them with that!