Dez & Nobs – Staring Problem Lyrics

[Dez]
It be the Dez f*cking matic and I’m dead to the world
And I could give half of a f*ck what I said to your girl
And even less you wanna think I got a lack of respect
But when we all roll out like I cracked the cassette
We get spastic and sweat it by ya whack chick-a-check it
If you want it you can get it bitch if that’s your request
And if it’s beef, then let it settle and add some flour to the style
Come on
Shit is all gravy
We can shower you with [?]
All cowards do is watch
To me you pure bitch
Like you raised in a kennel of pits on sore tits
Youa teeth clamped [?] shit we swarm thick
Now your eye’s more crooked than bottles of warm piss
And I don’t record shit for followers bored with
The hollow and corporate
Ya opticals more fixed on me than on your own
f*cking watch your back
While I watch you front like you spot me sacks

And I just doesn’t know what you came here to see
But could you please stop staring at me
“What the f*ck you looking at”
Before I wipe that f*cking face off your head bitch
Stop f*cking looking at me
“Like that”
And I isn’t known to be one of them dudes who needs everybody looking at me
“Who me?”
I’d rather starve to death before I starve for attention
Stop f*cking looking at me
Psyche!

So look at me and all of my splendid grotesqueries
Look at me not to the right of me or left of me
But look at me and put a spotlight upon my wretchedness
And look at me, can you tell that my attention has a deficit
Nah because I’d rather be able to blend in
Instead of the square peg set up on with square lenses
If it even matters what I confess to you
Especially since [?] of you obsess over the spectacle
Of a slobber mouthed four-tonged freakazoid
Naturally spazzed out
Dezzie never needed roids
And as I lead the droids back to the factory
Where robots like you are manufactured masterfully
All of the sudden I forget where I am
The database doesn’t recognize my retinal scan
And now your looking at me saying shit “Oh no not you”
You damn skippy bitch I’m a robot too

And I just doesn’t know what you came here to see
But could you please stop staring at me
“What the f*ck you looking at”
Before I wipe that f*cking face off your head bitch
Stop f*cking looking at me
“Like that”
And I isn’t known to be one of them dudes who needs everybody looking at me
“Who me?”
I’d rather starve to death before I starve for attention
Stop f*cking looking at me
Psyche!

See I’ve been known to say some shit that makes the freaks flirt
And of course you make these internet geeks smirk

Meanwhile somewhere in Smalbany New York
Rocking an Icon the Mic King “f*ck you Pay me” t-shirt
Soon to be fans coming up to me “yo your shirt’s ill”
But you don’t hear me though
So please observe skill
Before the dramatic effect keep your eyes shut good
Now I can in detail begin to describe what
These mother f*cking visuals is
And put your brain out on parole from it’s miserable bid
They pass their little judgements on whatever we accused of
Every finger pointed at you is a sharpened toothbrush
And every so-called friend’s a rabid jackal
And all the walls is padded up in this tabernacle
And everyone has wings
The saved and the heathens
You’ve gotta do the knowledge of def angels and demons

[?] got a staring problem
Losacka he’s got a staring problem
That mother f*cker Nobs got a staring problem
Shuggie Shakes has got a staring problem
Eh Wiffle Balls got a staring problem
Dezmatic I got a staring problem
Where’s the f*ck’s Hippo at man?
You’ve got a staring problem
Whatever

Woke up tied up
Strapped to a hand truck
Desperately squirming to get a hand free but I can’t “f*ck”
Most likely the basement
Smell the damp musk
Everything is black
And then someone turns the lamp up
And stands on a non-descript wooden desk in the corner
With a female standing next to the desk and someone wheels me towards her
The light gets brighter but as I get closer and I see the face of my wife
I call out to her but my face is covered with duct tape and it’s tight
I shake and I fight
But it’s useless
Suddenly confused as I look back at the face of my wife she seems focused
Somewhat complacent in spite of the fact that one of her hands comes up from under her waist with a knife
She waits
Then gracefully strikes deep into my heaving chest she places the spike
Carving a heart shaped box with each serrated slice
After she’s done she retracts from the blung
The blade she wipes on her puckered lips
With her tongue she licks and tastes my life
But for some reason I’m still conscious and awake with fright
She shucks the shiv and thrusts her fists into the hole she dug
Pulls out my still pumping pulpy heart and holds it up
Plows through the plumb tomato in gulps and chunks
Till she throws up blood while I loose my pulse and slump
You know it’s love if your life ends like this
So you can eat your f*cking heart out
See ya next life, bitch

She can’t hear me
But I know she sees me

And if you love that evil angel scream easy

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