Enjoy Your Holiday Songtext
von Coolzey

The common man will bitch and moan until you give him a bone.
Give him a shot at the throne or a microphone.
Put him on the stage alone and when the pitch is thrown, he′s blowing stitches 'cus his shit wasn′t tightly sewn.
It's nothing new to me I see it happen all the time.
Now let me see this crap you call a rhyme.
You'll probably get signed.
That′s a sign of the times.
Your flag is in the way.
Can′t see the sun when it shines.
Your lines is vacuous.
Zach is an activist that's attracting a faction of advocates.
You can get mad at this, but you look sad to kids.
Hand on your dick jumping around like you had to piss.
That′s why I had to diss.
This anthropologist just crossed the line.
Time to tell 'em to call it quits.
The ball it fits nicely in the palm of my hand, so I tucked it and ran back to my home, better known as the end-zone.
Littered with bones, holmes, you shoulda been known.
So don′t be an ingrown follicle unless you want the scientist to break you down to the smallest molecule.
Your artificial rhymes will never pay off.


I'm down-sizing the company.
Get ready for a lay-off.
Plus your cadence is way off.
You′re so not sick.
You're fakin' it like Ferris Bueller on his day off.
So stay off the streets, stay in school, and stay tuned.
Learn to respect the party people in the room.
Worship the dollar bill and you get what you deserve.
You get kicked to the curb.
I can′t make you comment on my blog, trust that I′m sincere, admit when you are wrong.
I can't make you have a better day, stop taking those pills, ignore what people say.
I can′t make you leave it all behind, move out to the country and start a farm with me.
I can't make you take off all your clothes, download all my music, enjoy your holiday.
I know you′re likin' what you′re seein'.
I'm a Viking European.
In my mind, it′s Carpe Diem, so I call ′em like I see 'em.
If you ballin′ or you G'in′ then I'm thinkin′ you a demon sucking on the corporate dick to get some semen.
Never gettin' on my knees son.
My name is not Liam.
Not prayin' to Jesus and I wouldn′t wanna be him.
Hangin′ from a cross just so you could floss.
Big boss makin' me wish for hearing loss.
The cost of the deficit is insurmountable and y′all motherfuckers is accountable.
Just a bunch of misfits drownin' in Bisquik and trying to get rich quick.
I′m trying to take you down a few pegs.
I'm hackin′ at your legs with an axe, Jack.
I'm just a loose cannon, I'm not trying to take rap back.
My intentions is unclear and that′s why its scares you.
There is absolutely no possible way to prepare you.
I can′t make you comment on my blog, trust that I'm sincere, admit when you are wrong.
I can′t make you have a better day, stop taking those pills, ignore what people say.
I can't make you leave it all behind, move out to the country and start a farm with me.
I can′t make you take off all your clothes, download all my music, enjoy your holiday.