The Palmer Squares

The Palmer Squares - Beat It Up lyrics

rate me

(Verse)

Front page of the publication

With the bunsen burnin’ and the blunts a blazin’

I'm a master of grammar and punctuation

But I can't pronounce pronunciation

Got the label discussin’ an offer

Suffocatin’ me under the water

Holdin’ out on a movie deal

When I'm well on my way to becomin’ an author

Twenty thousand leagues under the sea

Bout a hundred more till I'm home

I might stumble down I might shuffle my feet

Never tumble off of my throne thou

I built this from the ground up

Finn sip a Schlitz at the town pub

Like, hey let me get real right quick

Let me light my square let me flick my Bick

Deep sea diver, DC sniper

Term and Ac oversee the cipher

Got a sexy bitch that'll pet the pecker

She peck the pickle, no Peter Piper

Easy rider like Peter Fonda

Spill the beans like a cheap maraca

Fine steal a Honda then flee the Chi

For a tequila sunrise in Tijuana

I endure the urge to kill

And worship murderers in hell

I'm servin’ worms to early birds

Our words are worth a world of wealth

Word of mouth, blurt it out

Twirl it now then burn it down

I've earned the crown by learnin’ how

To work the crowd, turn it loud

(Chorus)

Beat it up (x9)

(Verse)

I don't wanna know nobody

Shit, don't nobody know me

All I know is how to flow to a dope beat

Don't even know how to hold a thought

Frozen flow, wait no it's not

Scaldin’ hot like a pot on a stove top

Smoke pot by my lonesome

Fine go out like a golden god

I got a bone to pick with your cats

So load the clip or fall back

The grand inquisitor

Granted I'm actin’ a tad suspicious

Ants in my pants I'm panic stricken

Don't ask for the dance if you lack the rhythm

As a matter of fact

Fine go from rags to riches

Then back to rags in the bat of a lash

You may want it in every way

But you'll never be famous so don't quit your day job

Blow smoke in the face of death

Take a breath then hope that it pays off

Tragically I'd rather be unhappy than hip

What's your poison? Have a sip

My blood is boilin’ I'm mad as hell, well

Terminal K

Determine to live in unguis

Stay pervertin’ this English language

Word bitch, my mission statement is beat it up

(Chorus)

(Outro)

Beat it up x 4

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