Muddy Paws Lyrics

I'm just a raconteur writing rap songs

That's not sure I will last long

Have not cured what the past caused

Take the mask off

Have to be more than a mascot

For the ignored and the poor little sad sods

Forced in the door picking padlocks

First thing I heard was a chorus of trash talk

Laughed off

Being judged by the jury I fervently hatch plots

Cast rocks like they never had a bad thought

Smashed all the glass jaws

Of these curious georges who search me on laptops

Nerds who are perverts, I'm murky a sasquatch

In the backdrop of the blurriest snapshots

Scurry and hurry to blast off

Ad hoc astronauts, slap box

With anyone who can hurt me and has claws

Scratch that abstract master of the black arts

Nah I'm just a crackpot whack job

With a pen and a pad for some words in a journal Performing for ragdolls

I'm not big on god and country

I'm a grown man only mom can judge me

Don't really care you ain't gotta love me

But one thing's clear you are not above me

Don't point claws if your paws are muddy

And don't think you're not flawed and ugly

Don't take odds that'll cost you money

I swim with the sharks while my heart is bloody

You think you're hard but you're soft as putty

I'm not big on god and country

I'm a grown man only mom can judge me

Don't really care you ain't gotta love me

But one thing's clear you are not above me

Don't point claws if your paws are muddy

And don't think you're not flawed and ugly

Don't take odds that'll cost you money

I swim with the sharks while my heart is bloody

You think you're hard but you're soft as putty

In my mind there's a tomb that they'd like to exhume nightly

To review files from my life like a crime scene

Finding clues that might lead to proof that denies these truths

That I'm finding providing juice from a lying fruit

As I'm climbing in my tree of winding roots

Trying to undo what is likely Two different sides of colliding views

I'm consumed by the gruesome gratuitous violence

In quiet rooms where the silence grew like a giant

Loosen the ties that can bind me to this timeless loop

Like a noose I'm entwining

To use them as sutures for wounds that I'm hiding

From knives that have sliced me through

I freeze in the high beams of the rising moon

The crying wolf with suicidal gloom to his rhyme scheme

Lightning bolts when I'm writing

I convulse while I'm typing notes

Can't find a pulse in the live feed

Nah I mean?

Some things run in the blood From mother to son

While others are druthers that someone discovers and does

What if I was

One of the hundred assumptions They run with like buzzards to lunch

It comes with the turf but enough is enough

Son of a gun there's no shutting them up

But what have they done?

Nothing but wondering what I have brung

These suckers are plucking for crumbs

I'm not big on God and country

I'm a grown man only mom can judge me

Don't really care you ain't gotta love me

But one thing's clear you are not above me

Don't point claws if you're paws are muddy

And don't think you're not flawed and ugly

Don't take odds that'll cost you money

I swim with the sharks while my heart is bloody

You think you're hard but you're soft as putty

I'm not big on God and country

I'm a grown man only mom can judge me

Don't really care you ain't gotta love me

But one thing's clear you are not above me

Don't point claws if you're paws are muddy

And don't think you're not flawed and ugly

Don't take odds that'll cost you money

I swim with the sharks while my heart is bloody

You think you're hard but you're soft as putty

I'm not impressed at all by pomp and circumstance

And while they talk in circles where they don't

watch their filthy mouths or wash their dirty hands

Well if you are the jury then my mom's the judge And I'm the one that's on the stand

Then I'll request a bench trial