歌词
Went from the Papermate to the spray paint
And all the way back to the
Papermate Run through the fate, excuse me
Went from the Papermate to the spray paint
And brought it all the way back to the
Papermate Thanks for buying the tape
Excuse me my friend, but is that your pen?
Is it cool if I use it to duel with my skeleton?
Is it proper for me to use it to prosecute these people?
Is it wrong for me to caress it against my ego?
Can I use a ballpoint just to make my small points?
Are these mechanical joints anything like hollow points?
Old fashion number two when
I need that **** quick and steady
But that's assuming I ain't chewed off the eraser tip already
If I touch a felt tip, believe
I'm 'bout to make hell flip
Computer friendly, only 'cause that deadly ***** helps me spell ****
Scribble for the you, the me, the she and the politicians
Aerosol to the wall, write it tall for all the vision
Yo, he wrote it in jail, she