Let's make friends 
And not refer to rap monikers and astronomers 
And be fun-loving 
I'll give you roses, about one dozen 
Everyone one at this party is so dumb and aloof 
But you pry open closed minds like a sunroof 
And you're interplanetary 
And they're hindered while you're candid and carefree 
Your impression of that political figure was done with cynical vigor 
And it was so fucking funny 
You're a conduit of impromptu skits 
If your karma's bad 
You need to disrobe 
That armor-clad xenophobe that resides in your innards 
Before you die and wither 
Your inner playground's full of cobwebs 
But I'll help you reach that obtainable godhead 
Through Tai Chi stretching 
And improvised rapping 
So what if the posh are wed to the idea 
That we're bastardized and crossbred? 
They can't hint the live acts' whim 
Or synthesize the vaccine 
 
They await the star's hardened prick 
And his guitar pick made of arsenic 
But my sardonic wit goes far beyond it 
Let's forget the rock star ethos 
And go to the underground celebrity roast 
And make some friends 
And forsake the trends 
We'll throw rocks at tanks 
Erase the programs 
Leave the robots blank 
And curb spending habits 
Through serendipity 
 
Let's make friends 
 
Is it all ages or 21 and over? 
Because Miss Honey Bun is older than a pre-teen TV screen 
I suggest let's run with the sun at our shoulders 
I have money in my gun holster 
And several drink tickets 
But by the end of our interaction 
You'll probably think I need to pay a shrink a visit 
Because tonight I'll treat you like girl meat 
Dressed in a sesame seed bun 
Asking you and your homegirl if you're interested in a threesome 
But I'm out of line 
Because you're an under-sexed lady cop 
But you rubbernecked when I came in the spot 
I gave you enough respect or maybe not 
You're the cashier at Wal-Mart kissing the traveling man 
I'll give you a papsmear a la carte 
In our 15-passenger van at my show 
The ephemeral girlfriend with extra baby fat 
Courted by the LA megalomaniac 
And you're much more friendly than the rats I know 
 
I tried to foster a newfound love that a kiss led to 
Oh how I misread you 
And I just tried to be the downest homie 
But our friendship was short-lived you weren't supportive 
And saw I had a speech impediment like Pork Pig 
But to say we can't be friends is not so 
We can go to a hip-hop show and join arms 
In unison at the soy farm