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Rapology 13

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[Verse 1: Mike Shinoda]

Why do these people have to get in my way?

I'm losin' more and more pity for idiots every day

Say what you want about my outlook, I'm pessimistic

But you're the one who watches Jerry Springer's guests with their shit schtick

Just the other day, I saw my neighbor on the show

'Cause her crack-smoking kids were fuckin' a dog when she came home from work

And it was her bestiality videotapes and crack rock that gave them all the ideas in the first place (I heard it by watching you)

Not even worst case scenario, it's everywhere I turn

Rap records still comin' out talkin' about how they got money to burn

And Joe can't get his turntables fixed

And this hunchback repair man with a hairlip is a fuckin' lunatic

When all we gotta do is fix the AC cord that blew out

And this dude's chargin' us seventy-two bucks to take the screws out (That's ridiculous!)

I'm fed up and I'm doin' all I can do to move to a deserted island

And make my own shit out of coconuts and bamboo

[Chorus]

The world's nothin' but a can full of idiots

The world's nothin' but a basket full of stupids

The world's nothin' but a bucket full of morons

I don't want to talk to you, so don't look at me

The world's nothin' but a can full of idiots

The world's nothin' but a basket full of stupids

The world's nothin' but a bucket full of morons

I don't wanna talk to you, so don't look at me

[Verse 2: Mike Shinoda]

Now I'm startin' to think that Kaczynski fella had a good point

My grandpa's poppin' Valium and Viagra, smoking joints

'Cause the doctor said it would cure his anxiety attacks

But the reason he's so anxious is he's doing all that smack

And my cousin Pete, the phone sex freak went to Vegas with one of the operators

And she drove off in his Mercedes

And he went around town alone, and he gambled all his cheddar

Now he and Grandpa sit at home and shoot heroin together

But that's what happens in a world of hedonists and heretics

Teachers get paid less than cops and psychotherapists

Because it's pretty damn important to give you a ticket for a headlight

So you can get home safe and visit Charles Manson's website

Or see the shrink to get your head right

Or get on the road and get hit by a slobberin' drunk driver runnin' a red light

Or get murdered by Mr. Green in the alley with a lead pipe

Or sing the chorus because it's alright

[Chorus]

The world's nothin' but a can full of idiots

The world's nothin' but a basket full of stupids

The world's nothin' but a bucket full of morons

I don't want to talk to you, so don't look at me

The world's nothin' but a can full of idiots

The world's nothin' but a basket full of stupids

The world's nothin' but a bucket full of morons

I don't wanna talk to you, so don't look at me

[Outro]

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