Childhood, gone

I'm startin off "grouch"y on this track, smellin of cow cheese

my life ain't eas-y, when you live in a trash-can, eternal fleas

but me n' Zim, could smoke hemp and be two "peas", from the pot,

but we can't do a lot, gotta take over the world, start with a plot

or else that's a false start, World domination is a lost art, stay smart

or else you already lost like waldo, me and Kenan clownin,

the boss, steady-frownin', so I walk up to him, n' vomit

gosh darn-it's another job down n' I walk over to kel, fist pound him

 

Off down sesame street, when I saw crusty the clown, his liquor ingestion

astounding, Indigestion mounting till elmo and big bird got word

flexed the herb, stomach all good, left out in a lincoln

from the hood till Arnold left a foot ball shaped dent in my hood

struck that timid little shit down like I had official knighthood, it's my hood

 

that's when zim took the liberty to git-at-me, flatten me with a taxy

Gir in the backseat, everything went black, can't see, when good let me free

told me I was pest to the humans, never let them rest, re-try, your best

 

Went over to "'Animal''s House", drank absinthe that had been found ban-able

drank that shit like a danimal's and found us a clan-o'-hoes, smelled like flander

hit her with the champagne hose, she got too close, the rest of em', got a mess in em'

 

that's when miss piggy came over, shovelin coke up her nose, OD real close

I mispoke, it was more than coke with a touch of angel's glow, vivid-ly

spilled secrets, pleaded but no dick was received, she left and we was relieved

till we realized she was chillin cause of the police, no relief for us

involved in mis-chief, in sesame street