Born A Monkey In The Year Of The Snake Lyrics

Hey mr. rock journalist
How about a taste of my fist?
Its such an exciting twist to your cynic laptop wit

Comparisons should i make?
Not quite hemingway
Get off your cross, we need the space
Lester bangs would laugh in your face
Haha

Hey man, you want some of this?
Hey man, you want some of this?
Did we turn you off? did we rub you the wrong way?

So glad you wrote us off, so glad you had the last say
Three cheers for mr. critic!
Now, please go away!

Lets get something straight for the next time you press play
If low blows are fair game
Ill write circles around you any day Tune out you dont like that sound
So you read notes from the underground
Random access shit mouth is loud
Van gogh's ear would be proud
Hey man, you want some of this?
Hey man, you want some of this?

Did we turn you off? did we rub you the wrong way?
So glad you wrote us off, so glad you had the last say
Three cheers for mr. critic!
Now, please go away!

Hey man, what did you say?
Hey man, what did you say?
Hey, now man, what did you say?
Hey man, well, take this down!

What? what? what did you say?

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