Verse 1(ImLit):
Howdy Doody got no booty, but he always had wood
stood tall amongst the minors in the concert hall
fall flat on his face, disgraced he’d get back up
fucked, but slightly stronger than he ever was
if he got in a fight the night was likely ruined
but who knew that little dude could play the devil through him
I thought I knew him, but now I know I never really did
when the shit hit the fan, I ran just like a little kid
so riddle me this pops, been so many years
but it still feels like he’s still here, what causes that
though I know he’s working down in a laundry mat
stuffed to the gills with excederin and pork fat
down in the dirty South, I heard he’s married now
It’s to another puppet crafted with a sexy pout
and though the kid terrifies the fuck outta me
well I still with him peace, and call him family


Chorus(Citizen):
Stop in the name of love
Before we go and fuck the meaning of the term up
Of the term up
Before I act stupid just take the shortcut
Stop in the name of love
Before we go and fuck the meaning of the term up
Of the term up
What are you thinking? Of the term up

Verse 2(Citizen):
I got fucked up, smoked up the whole thang
Broke off eleven flings I had since I was seventeen
My ex-girl said that I’m just a skinny jerk
It’s like I’m a jack-off, the world was made for her
I’m so over it tho. I told you I’m over it
You say, “But her hips, duck.” Fuck her I’m over it
Just got paid, I would probably punch the senate
Copped a chain on Amazon just for outfit
For the hell of it. Yes, I think it’s real funny
how some of the ladies I meet just shrug me off for dummies
Funny like a cat that plays piano,
But no one’s there to see him cuz he’s way outside of Reno
Hilarious like a piggy punched in the face
but no one got to see it, it wasn’t even taped
It wasn’t even taped
The cop punched in the face, fuck his nose up

Chorus

Verse 3(Twat):
Welcome to the shit show where we speak in broken lingo.
If you watch the burn long enough you'll can feel your sins glow.
Lowride limbo! Let's see how dirty we can get.
It's bitch eat bitch in this land of patchwork neglect.
I've been down many roads, who's to say this ones no different?
Clowns could flash mob anytime, so it's best to keep your distance.
They're a little bit belligerent when they do what they do,
Like "We shit where we eat 'round here, ya' better follow suit!"
Now'a'days I'm getting out of bed like my father,
performing open ended magic tricks. I don't know why I bother
extending a helping hand when all I get are clenched fists.
The ace in my sleeve now ceases to exist.
It's better to be pissed off than pissed on, but this has gone
on long enough; why do you flaunt your imitative brawn?
The empirical rule strikes back, they wanna skew the facts man!
We live by the pen and we die by the backstab.