They Call It (a cappella)

Don't you love it madly when it sleeps in your basement

On some gladly pay you Tuesday for a hamburger today shit

And don't you love the way that you can relate

To everything your favorite rapper has to say about your hatred

Get a hobby now why they wanna watch me in some hotel lobby

Getting sloppy with this pillow built mommy

Probably never be global like Tupac

But the local boys keep my shit hard in they jukebox

Sittin' here pretending I'm not tipsy

Watching over sensitive hippies

Use my records for they dog frisbees

Be a good little fishy

And book me a ticket to your city

So your girlfriend'll kiss me

I'm the bee that came to pollinate the flower

Make a meal borrow a towel and take a shower

It's called love in return they bake bread

Pay dollars, make bets

Catch buzz, give head

They call it love and I get plenty of it

The rich kids burn it, my broke people dub it

They call it hate and I get plenty of it

The snakes always wanna put your name where they tongue splits

They call it love and I get plenty of it

Give hugs to the public put plugs in the budget

They call it hate and I get plenty of it

But they know who to call when they want the party jumpin

We bust in to your system search through the evidence

Opening hoping to find why you love your residence

Put your fists up, put your chips up

Act a kid act adult or get your fabric ripped up

They said like what? Like they didn't know me

6 foot 3 ugly mug and simple flow (like that, like that)

And a bottle of jimmy beam (peace)

My name is slug and I'm down with the winning team

They wanna kill my steam I didn't care

Just lead me to the fiti with the pretty hair

Jumping up and down with the passion of a battle

Jester of the kingdom see me amalgamate(?) the castle

Sean is such an asshole naw I'm a dickhead

Stealing cigarettes from the rest of the mislead

And join me avoid me do what you must do

But man up and understand why they don't love you

They call it love and I get plenty of it

The rich kids burn it, my broke people dub it

They call it hate and I get plenty of it

The snakes always wanna put your name where they tongue splits

They call it love and I get plenty of it

Give hugs to the public put plugs in the budget

They call it hate and I get plenty of it

But they know who to call when they want the party jumpin

Looking through your pinhole

Who you gonna insult

Atmosphere up in here

Yea where'd your grin go

Got a sock of nickels and quarters

For unsupportive cocksmokers that wanna ripple these waters

You hate to love it

Keep changing up the subject

Still ain't saying nothing

We knew you that would jump ships

Get back inside your magic pumpkin you puppet

Cause all you got left in your life is a big what if

No names just pertains to a flock of you

The fuck you gonna do when no ones watchin you

Sweep up the fuck-ups

Tighten up the lug nuts

Let your world turn with no concern for what slug does

I'm not number 1

I'm just my mothers son

No regrets show respect what's done is done

I understand why your so discouraged

Now show your love like it was when you was discouraged

They call it love and I get plenty of it

The rich kids burn it, my broke people dub it

They call it hate and I get plenty of it

The snakes always wanna put your name where they tongue splits

They call it love and I get plenty of it

Give hugs to the public put plugs in the budget

They call it hate and I get plenty of it

But they know who to call when they want the party jumpin