[Intro] When I was a boy, I collected old coins I never knew which word to use Patina, or verdigris Who wants to talk about copper carbonates? Did you happen to catch that new show on prison inmates? I had this really sophomoric idea that maybe it's a meta-commentary on the viewer And we, you know, you and I are actually the prisoners I didn't think that would impress you [Verse 1] I can rebuild castle Grayskull from a pile of dirty laundry Pretty sure that'll keep those pesky demons from haunting me I am the logical conclusion of the Reading Rainbow generation Maybe I'm LeVar Burton How can anyone be certain that they're not LeVar Burton I rep those four eyes like Geordi La Forge I swallowed a gorge of anguish Then I painted portraits which undersold on Craigslist I've never begged for my life I've never used my last wish I've never been an ass kiss I've broken my fair share of mattresses By jumping on them, doing back flips on them And pretending they were trampolines I'm a nasty rapper, and I'll pop your spleen Make sure my casket's clean These bastards rocking lean And their pockets are stained with Aspercreme While I'm in the back learning basket weave With Aquaman They sent postdated facsimiles of their hot demands I am the type of nigga to blind you with pocket sand The papyrus scroll will rot on my refrigerator door They say I snore but I am dreaming of nice things Like a black Pegasus with lightning wings They say I snore but I am dreaming of nice things Like a black Pegasus with lightning wings [Hook x4] This is the almond milk paradise This is the almond milk paradise This is the almond milk paradise No way [Verse 2] Blast it all If I die, who will collect all of the remaining dragon balls You're a bad dude with those rad tattoos I remember your bible camp snafu I'm an infinitely more handsome Dhalsim You should sniff my ball skin Some days I rap like Latyrics Some days I rap like Rick Ross and them Used to carry a moleskin with no sketches When the pigs bolted in I was playing Tetris My whole tribe feasts on rice and beans I'll be in the library with the bummy jeans Bummy face, bummy watch Bummy rap style that you found on blogspot Scribbling hegemonic ruminations I need to eat more veggie bacon This is not a country for old heads My pants are weaved of gold thread And my pockets are silk Find a kid getting sloppy drinking chocolate almond milk Don't listen to music that's hard copy I'm scrubbing my palms of guilt Praying your fauna wilt And your mom will memorialize your pet dog with a quilt Maybe if I learned to sing raspy like Gonjasufi I wouldn't always feel so *****ing poopy [Hook]