(rock-r-rock-rock your stereo speakers walk-walk-wa-walk with vans sneakers microphone check, check, microphone check microphone check, check, microphone check) now i am the mans, y'all must understand that when i take the microphone in my hand, i smack kung-fu grip on the banana clip ramblin' like page on the mandolin (yeah) catch the 2 with the backpack full of good stuff that make ya go clap clap after that, that's the mission make the track blast on your stereo system woo woo (GO! GO!)

yesterday i woke up sucking a lemon the way i smoke weed is like death of a salesman i'm willy loman, i got the briefcase full of box tops and mail-in rebates looks like freeman's back on the menu y'all talk broadway, now the rent due five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred that's the number of dutches i've sundered smoking jack lemmon pack in apartments i ain't the target market for card tricks nor board games, no time for milton setting mouse traps for geronimo stiltons bich i'm thom yorke, yeah i'm thom yorke, yeah yeah bich i'm thom yorke, yeah i'm thom yorke, yeah yeah bich i'm thom yorke, yeah i'm thom yorke, yeah yeah play that pyramid song, uh for a minute there, i lost myself when you see me in the street, better cross yourself, uh i got words like marcus got leeches opera remix, triple six helix put your boyfriend in the air chrysalis then through glass like takeda, see ya later all buzzed like cicadas, carve your head with cheese graters got kids, heath slater see, hater? it's possible, optimal stop the shop talk, go smoke an optimo guess this one's not optimistic all these years and i'm still solipsistic sleight of hand, jump off the end understand the rap game is all pretend and i'm just an actor, young form factor at the factory where they make [REDACTED] that was nothing, bad hand, you're bluffing no magic dragons, just puffing but i don't like the cut of your jib so guess who's about to go down with the ship?