Dorks

Question

If I died in my apartment like a rat in a cage

Would the neighbors smell the corpse before the cat ate my face?

I used to floss the albatross like Daddy Kane with the chain

I'm tryna jettison the ballast with the hazardous waste

The kid is comfortably numb, routine a tedious crutch

Steep in a self imposed Stockholm and Lima influx

Maybe an occupation popular with demons and ducks

Made any mingling akin to being seasoned and stuffed

It's a theatre of jumpin' jellyfish, jealous little sycophants

Miserable and flimsy from the skivvies' to the pissy pants

Each one separately convinced they're sketchin' with Da Vinci's hands

Delusion turn a communication of prison camp

You fuckin' dorks ain't a threat the cause

There ain't a lesson we can learn from the ostensibly lost

I think it's funny when defendants from identical haunts

Step out the tempest to measure of what the spectrum involves

Maybe no one cares, party over here, I'll be over there

Don't need no help, all by myself

Don't need no help, all by myself

I used to hang around with rappers at the root of the scene

It meant a lot to feel the fugitive community breathe

Maybe to sentimentalize is to be truly naive

I know some shit about your heroes that you wouldn't believe

I think we're all a bunch of weirdoes on a quest to belong

The songs are echolocation up in impregnable fog

That's why it's odd to see a pile of imperfections and flaws

Ascend a pedestal to patronize the rest of the cogs

And a mess of obnoxious fantasy, posturing and pageantry

I ain't even mad, I'm impressed, shit, it's baffling

God Almighty chop an ivory tower to piano keys

Play your own dirge on the way to surfin' maggot beach

You fuckin' dorks ain't a source of the art

You can't be cooler than the corners where you source all your parts

The poker face, all it takes a couple sordid remarks

We let the manticore out, we make the sorcery bark

Life is so unfair, party over here, I'll be over there

Don't need no help, all by myself

Don't need no help, all by myself

I view the rattling of sabres like a show to expose

Insecurities exploding in emotional code

With braggadocio to go from mostly jokey to gross

Corrode a homie till his probity is notably ghost

Before the hobby was a job, he was a manager, hell

You would wobble 'round your mama like an infant gazelle

The disillusionment has truly been a difficult pill

That you was anything menacing is a difficult sell

In a whistle and bell-o-rama, black mollies to dress up like piranha

It's not even compelling melodrama

It's a comedy, somebody wanna shop you as a saga

I'm very voluntarily persona non grata

You fuckin' dorks ain't the leaders we need

This ain't the medium for divas out to weasel and breed

I'm off in coffee with the paupers over tea with the queen

Don't make 'em show the regency what disobedient means

Heavy load to bear, party over here, I'll be over there

Don't need no help, all by myself

Don't need no help, all by myself