Borin Convo

The supervillain get kicked out your country And said the Plege of Allegiance six times monthly He ain't hardly go to school Been known to rock a party and do karate on a ghoul Get your whole dome strangled While in London town he sported a chrome Kangol And did his best to blend in Even till the endin', borderline pretendin' Not quite, do it matter where you from? Or more if you scared, prepared or mad dumb Hold that thought Youngins all thirsty, get the old man caught That's a bad sport And a tad short, another random thought Show your support for the troops in the street Before the troop (?) he put a scoop of poop in the beat That'll get it loopin' complete So when she do the hula-hoop she spin it with her teeth Ball, beat 'em all, that's the daily affirmation Like every day the same songs play at the radio station They need to change they compilation Before he storm the place in, causing complication Watch what comes pouring out your face skin Pissing in the waste bin, boring conversation "What do you guys do? What do you do?" "Collect taxes" "Collect taxes?" "Yeah" "What do you mean?" "A tax collector" Wussy, the style is steel clad Y'all need to practice like he need some pusst real bad And that's the most he could emphasize Never tell a lie, and when he boast, temperature rise Keep it on the humble Speak it on the mumble, creep, dive and tumble Back on his feet, foes tremble and crumble Send your best wide receiver, incomplete fumble The whole team rumble Remember it's just a game, keep your helmet on, numbskull! Things could get uncomfortable and sticky That's why he wear the metal mask, kick me I must be dreamin' in the daytime Company schemin', I think I see them by the layline (?) wouldn't wanna be him, he's a goner Laid out in the gutter, see him on your corner, foreigner "Excuse me? Can we interrupt you for two minutes? What are you doing?"