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melvin burch - touché lyrics

[verse]
i feel like a taco bell restroom
does the absence of a laugh track stress you?
sorry there are no cues or a guide for your feeble mind to abide by
i’m fly, snide, and fairly certain that i have already died
goodnight, beddy-bye, i hope i look in freddy’s eyes and find a way to k!ll him… ’til they film him in more sequels
my nightmares don’t die; so i am snorting equal
tryina’ make them somewhat sweeter, but this high isn’t potent
i might need a shock from a chubby, yellow rodent
my life’s in ashes, i’ve taken too many l’s
collected too many fails, i never get any mail
my friends are just people i speak to every day
and they probably feel the same, so i message them and say:

touché. (in all caps.)

i don’t want to follow, but i’d rather not lead
cause most of you are stupid, i don’t want you on my team
i spend way too much time trying to be an example to folks, that black folks aren’t clones and all raps aren’t pr-ne to same 4 themes
but girl, all that’s in my jeans is a weapon and some green
there. money, drugs, violence, and s-x to help you catch up
but condiments don’t compliment my flavor, they mess up what i stand for
so i’ll sit down on my bean bag, hatin’ teen mags that reinforce why i be mad
gettin’ chip crud on this keypad
used all the napkins on three tabs
i feel deader than a sea b-ss in a frying pan, but i’m the type of man to show up at my own rep-ss and start krumping to sade while wearing neon knee pads
i’m not one to freak with; catch me on intreatment or the front cover of the dsm
wake me when they’re making the ps10
i’m streets ahead, in an alleyway, telling chevy chase we can’t be best friends
i wanna build a community of decent folk and geeks in bulk
all i need is unity and [redacted] to google me
i’m shaking like booty meat, this small talk isn’t working
i’m only getting nervous, and this place is so unnerving
i’m hopped up on red bull, i’m jacked up on mtn. dew
15 cents in my bank account; will you let me go out with you?!
no?! okay. worst behavior; murk these haters
hurt these haters; curse these haters; you heard these haters?
-nonsense-
nonsense, that’s all they try to hit me with, i block and run
hit some other b-ttons, “fatality”, now i’ve got their lungs
breath-taking, a mess-making perfectionist
and now you’re saying touché, but how? you’re weaponless
you’re not me, you don’t want to be, you just think you do; end of story
i just son’d you all, and i will deny you kids on maury
… i will deny you kids on maury

i am not the father

[outro]
this message was brought to you by a disaffected, intelligent college kid

- melvin burch lyrics

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