C H I L D I S H G A M B I N O L Y R I C S

DC Pierson | It’s A Shame {prod. mc DJ}

Walk into the party, more colors than a toucan
D to the C is really good, how are you, man?
You even have to ask? I have never been better!
Everybody else wears a mask like Vendetta.

And your girlfriend wants me like a red Jetta
If she keeps followin’ me, I’mma dead head her
Call her Martian mountains, when she wears a red sweater
“I just got into her!” Guess you were a trendsetter

Gifted, you’re playing in the box that it comes in
Now if you wanna rock, bring the drums in
Man, music used to have that certain somethin’
I’mma take you back like you turn into a pumpkin!

So punk with it, even got a snotty nose
Catch the beat like Jake Lamotta catches body blows
I did something bad, you can tell by the stares,
But I ain’t hit the track, it just fell down the stairs!

You know, like slapstick
Whoops, I’m sorry, I was just fantastic
But I’m not content, I keep making content
The type of shit to make you put your daughter in a convent

I know what she got that dangerous dress for
‘Cause she fills it out, like a change of address form
You walk through the Ps to get to her place
But it’s worth it ‘cause she’s gonna throw them D’s in your face! 

The reason I’m great, is the reason I’m crazy
I can’t be happy, but I can’t be lazy
And I’ll pay for you to NOT get Lasik,
‘Casue girls with glasses, I’m so amazed with, y’all!

And we can have a fun staycation
Stay in, ball, and bump Disintegration
If that’s the cure, then I’m the ill
If this is Capitol Hill, then I’m the bill!

‘Cause I’m on top of it
Outsider status, soda pop with it
Come on, commit, don’t just sorta rock with it
It’s not like I’m gonna hit my quota and stop with it 

Endless, friendless, tireless man, who will never let you down like your wireless plan!
No dead zones, I think the President should pick me up like the red phone 
And when they think you’re pleasant, enough that the won’t bone
That’s how you know you’ve ended up in the friend zone 

So I finally state my intentions,
and make tracks fatter like water retention
Mic in his hand, man, what an invention
And if he ain’t exist, they would have to invent him 

And you’re glad they did, huh
Me and mc DJ, one rap bar mitzvah!
I am the man, at least that was the plan,
And that’s word to my cousin in Afghanistan

Now don’t be a dick when I ask, “Where the cash at?”
76 trombones, where the brass at?
At last my love has come along and it’s rap songs
I stay on the track, like what you do laps on

Style not something you should probably take naps on
I’ll pull down my cap and get my right-then chaps on 
Sick, quarantine, I might get free
Put me in your bike like the white E.T.

Instead of flying powers and flowers and other shit
The kids got guitars and amps from the mothership
And just like the flyer show where the band played
‘Til the day I expire, I’mma stay handmade!

You’ll still feel this, I’ll still be tangible
As long as there’s real drums, I’ll still be Animal
Don’t wanna bang the drum all day, I just wanna work 
I’m just try’na get paid and the drummer is a jerk!

I like workin’, ‘cause I like eatin’
How the fuck I stay lookin’ like Diane Keaton? 
I run a lot, yeah, I run situations
They call me DC, ‘cause I run nations!

I run the road, you’re just the crap in the median
I’m your favorite rapper’s favorite comedian
Allow me to repeat again:
I’m your favorite rapper’s favorite comedian