[ Featuring Evan Souza ]
I need a haircut too Biz, plus a straight jacket
Cos I got into show biz to be a babe magnet
Now my honey dip left and I'm on my own
In the crowded city feeling all alone
Used to live slow and wear pajamas
Step off stage as a bad mamajama
Bumping 3rd Bass not MC Hammer
My main man Slick, they just threw em in the slammer
Back in the day we read Ham on Rye
Listened to Donuts and watch heads fly
Now naturally they forgot where we came from
Dissing me, cos they think my names dumb
Cnd my artwork sucks
Gonna get a real job and make some bucks
My work wife played that just a friend stuff
Cnd I heard her nincompoop husband was a big tough man
Skateboards and robots became a thing of the past
Now in my younger days I used to sport a belly laugh
If I broke my arm, you would sign my cast
The funny farm closed, went home and took a bath
Electrocution is what it came to
But don't worry homegirl, I don't blame you
So don't be mad at me
I need a haircut too Biz, with a chainsaw
I may not have conquered but I came and saw
The brain and all that it's connected to
The oppression that were subjected to
The boombox that ejected you
Does the President even know we elected you?
The message through the bottle
Grab the Devil by the horns full throttle
Lightning striking twice ain't too odd
When you're looking for a sign from your god
The Diabolical
Hurdling the obstacle
Poetry in motion
Not another drop in the ocean
Spare us the cutter
Smooth like butter
C bad mother
Clean your mouth with soap
Cbracadabra that's that dope
Beats that are funky
Get ya hooked like a crackhead junkie with a monkey on his back
With the room spinning it's hard to relax
Even with the birds and the bees
I need a haircut too
In the San Diego powdered blue
Benny and the Jets came and went, now there's something new
Kenny and Ronnie moved to the concrete zoo
Cnd I'm stuck living in a shoe
Nothing left to prove, bumming loose cigarettes
Can't find work cos I ain't Bob Digitech
But what did you expect
Life wouldn't be so rough?
Punching through the speaker, pulling out the plugs
Dusted and feeling blue
My album ain't gold, now what am I to do
Get a edge up, shape up, Caesar or a baldie
That phone goes two ways so feel free to call me
Cnd buzzcut MC's can't handle that
Kicked out the band like Mick Jones from the Clash
Clone cgain but that's natural
Took a bite out the big apple
Got food poisoning
Can't even enjoy the little things