This is a song about "Words not being heard"

No i’m not being funny,

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

I munch a bunch of tacos with waverly's favorite wizard

Hurl the bullshit, these words of sweat and tears will soon be heard.

Got a fuckin' blog that needs a post? i can get it done

Its like condilisa rice, not being republican

Next to it: stash mattress. under it: cash, bastard

When i called out her her eyes did not heard

I'm in new york now, like akeem and semmi was

Dial up words but they're not in service

It's like i'm an alien who alienates by the herd, so as far as being heard.

How many pistols smoking coming from a broken familyi'm sick of being tired

Together all the timethought it was true love

Dial up words but they're not in service