Neighbor's Verse
What a fucking nerd, yo
You're busted & poor.. class ain't somethin this schmuck can afford
Faggot's celebratin his 48th birthday in the break room at Target after buffin the floors
Got the face of a mutant, basically ruined.. the shape of it's droopin BAD
Lookin like you climb on that counter & plank in a scuba mask while wavin a Cuban flag
Nik got those urban aesthetics.. you must hit the curb on a spending spree
Ya denim game's fucked & that material's screamin Faded Glory worse than your legacy
All that fat in ya cheeks got you lookin like a bulldog when you grin
Retard's face got such an over/under appearance, his nose 'bout to pull guard on his chin
What your broke ass makes in a year, I spend in a couple minutes
I know I'm pushin buttons...
But that microwave's the closest you'll EVER get to havin bread near the double-digits
While I'm drunk & openin beers, this fuckin lonely schmuck's at home in tears..
Ya eyes got the contacts from Warm Bodies, but you ain't had THAT w/ one of those in years
You're homeless & broke, never palm pistols or go for the throat
Ironic, that pose's the ONLY time you can say ya fingered a trigger while holdin the toast
This faggot's enraged.. must mean ya hairline when ya say you added the Greys
So it's no surprise you'd feel right at home w/ a pair of 5's when that's your actual age
We know you're a faggot bitch, but the smoke on that glass's slick
But those wooden legs got nothin on the pair you got for Xmas to go w/ your plastic hip
Nigga lookin like the Cuban Frankenstein.. there's no way that ya better
You'll be tasteless forever.. it's just funny, you & that Cabernet BOTH got aged in a cellar