[Verse 1]

Don't you love it madly when it sleeps in your basement

On some gladly-pay-you-Tuesday-for-a-hamburger-today shit?

And don't you love the way you can relate

To everything your favourite rapper has to say about your hatred?

Get a hobby, now why they wanna watch me

In some hotel lobby getting sloppy with this pillow built mommy?

Probably never be global like 2Pac

But the local boys will beat my shit hard in their jukebox

Sitting here pretending I'm not tipsy

Watching over sensitive hippies use my records for they dog Frisbees

Be a good little fishy

And book me a ticket to your city so your girlfriend will kiss me

I'm the bee that came to pollinate the flower

Make a meal, borrow a towel and take a shower

It's called love, in return they make bread

Pay dollars, make beds, catch buzz, give head



[Hook]

They call it love and I get plenty of it

The rich kids burn it, my broke people dub it

They call it hate and I get plenty of it

The snakes always wanna put your name where their tongue splits

They call it love and I get plenty of it

Give hugs to the public, put plugs in the budget

They call it hate and I get plenty of it

But they know who to call when they want the party jumping



[Verse 2]

We bust into your system, search through the evidence

Opening hoping to find why you love your residence

Puts your fists up or put your chips up

Advocate, act adult or get your fabric ripped up

They said like what? Like they didn't know me

Six foot three, ugly mug and a simple flow

Like that? Like that! And a bottle of Jimmy Beam

Peace, my name is Slug and I'm down with the winning team

They wanna kill my steam, I didn't care

Just lead me to the Phoebe with the pretty hair

Jumping up and down with the passion of a battle

Jester of the kingdom, see me mack 'em at the castle

Sean is such an asshole! Nah I'm a dickhead

Stealing cigarettes from the rest of the mislead

Enjoy me, avoid me, do what you must do

But man up and understand why they don't love you



[Hook]



[Verse 3]

Looking through your pinhole, who you gonna insult?

Atmosphere get up in here, yeah, where'd your grin go?

Got a sock full of nickels and quarters

For unsupportive cock smokers that wanna ripple these waters

You hate to love it, keep changing up the subject

Still ain't saying nothing, we knew that you would jump ship

Get back inside your magic pumpkin you puppet

Cause all you got left in your life is a big 'What if?'

No names, this pertains to a flock of you

The fuck you gonna do when no one's watching you?

Sweep up the fuck-ups, tighten up the lug nuts

Let your world turn with no concern for what Slug does

I'm not number one, I'm just my mother's son

No regrets, show respect, what's done is done

I understand why you're so discouraged

Now show your love like it was when you was this moment



[Hook]



"We may not do this recording again, and maybe not give it to fellas again

So we hope you enjoyed listening to this album half as much

As we enjoyed playing it for you, cause we had a ball"