(Intro - Big Burn) Yo Surreal I’ve just been feeling down in the dumps man,nah I just got to get this thing off my chest dawg, dude I just got to tell you this dude
(Surreal the MC) Are you gonna eat that last piece of pizza? That last piece?

Chorus 1x
Raps deeper than prose from James Joyce
making both your mom and girlfriend moist
I’m gonna make it so you don’t have a choice
To listen to the dulcet tones of my voice

Verse 1 (Big Burn)
me and Surreal strait blazing up the track
I hate my life and it hates me back
I lay in the sack asking God why I rap
life poured in these tracks and their thrown in the trash
I can feel the man’s dick sliding up my ass
and I'm gonna bet that he don’t cum fast
unrealized dreams and hardly any cash
is my very very very very sad path
come on burn don’t be so morose
lift your glass let's have a fucking toast
least you’ve been stabbed in the heart twice
and drugs have ruined your brother’s life
sucks dick when its bout the people you know
and not the skills you have on the microphone
God doesn’t bother throwing me a bone
Big Burn destined to be unhappy and alone
Chorus 2x

Verse 2 (Surreal The MC)
Surreal shows up keeps the party funner
Big Burn getting older the ladies younger
jungle juice in the kitchen bring your own glass
liquor store nearby bring your own flask
your own risk keg's on the bed
can't call the cops they all dead!
call jimmy johns driver he’s freaky fast
he’s bringing food? Bitch, rob his ass
where we at? “I don’t care”/pass to the left “I don’t share”
take everybody’s keys “so they can’t drive?”
we’ll steal their cars yo fuck their lives
get rowdy no doubt no stress no worries
nobody left sober chance of smog chance of flurries
hurry on out Big Burn's been a bummer
Surreal shows up keeps the party funner
Chorus 2x

Verse 3 (Big Burn)
existential crisis fuck what life is
these petty dikes is what rappers call trifling
wrong side of the fork now I'm jackknifing
life bent me over and broke my hymen
I'm a diamond in the rough
better not step or I'll call your bluff
your wack raps yea I’ll eat em for lunch
with rhymes tighter than the fucking credit crunch
I’m to petrified to really take a risk
slave to the grind like a little pussy bitch
economical sense and money for rent
feeling discontent and harboring resentment
Cadillac’s and gas money spent
just another member of the 99 percent
soul more ugly than the face of Harvey dent
with zero intent to ever repent

Bridge (Surreal The MC) 7x
Don’t have a choice

Chorus 1x

(Outro - Big Burn) Yo Surreal I’m feeling a lot better after that talk we had man (Surreal The MC) What are you crying about?