"The Rattler" lyrics

Eye-yai-yai-ya-yai
I'm stuffed
Eye-yai-yai-ya-yai
Nice pup
Eye-yai. Eye-yai
Eye-yai. Eye-yai
Eye-yai-yai-yai
I'll never replay, yuh

Wore out my wheels, while I wore down my weight
Pour out the squeals, hear the seal 'bout to break
Wore out my wheels, while I wore down my weight
Pour out the squeals, hear the seal 'bout to break
Retired is a word that I hate
I go quiet 'cause I know how to dank
Skunk players are the tools of the tank
Young friar is my new chicken drink

Why you try and go and touch people?
Eight hundred sixty seven bald eagles
Why you try and go and touch people?
Eight hundred sixty seven red beetles

Where do you wanna be?
Have you settled for the comfort of security?

Half-baked, what a waste
Out of shape but not overweight
If you show restraint, you can separate

Asses, asses, asses in battle
Die, die, die, die, die, ya bad apples
Asses, asses, asses in battle
Use your face like a dumb-ass rattle
My accent, my glibness, a bee dipped in brass
I'm stuck on the isthmus connecting my past
A passionate servant when I'm paid in cash
Don't ask if it's worth it, don't think 'bout the math
There's no complaining in the mansion
You can't do just what I do
I chuck my brain through the black, climb up the tree
Shoot out the cannon, fuck her 'cause she reads
Punctuation violation perpetrator is verified
Hi, hi, hi, hi

Wanted you to know
Came close to being another echo
Don't have a soul, but I'm on a roll
Comfort in the words of a swindler
Everybody needs approval
One love in the halls of a savior
Act like you're above them
All the lives you're running
Will you ever feel it again?
Like you're part of something
Worth fighting for (Worth fighting for)
Worth dying for (Dying for)

Flunked out and flung from the front of your face, wait
I smell Sharon's pimple, it's the size of grapes
I'm so splintered that my mind waved back
I had cash, but sold it for some soul, I'm the wraith