Milo - The otherground pizza party (feat. Open Mike Eagle) Lyrics

I don't know why I'm always inclined
To end on a happy note.
Though the point may be mute,
Like a 10 year old boy,
With his throat and his dreams,
Ripped out by wolves (fuck wolves).
I used to throw overly sensitive parties for 'ard rap.
No regrets, but I was foolish to start
That sophisticated fuckers left a bitch of a bar tab.
And now we just throw pizza parties.
Where theres gameboys for Tetris,
Or full size, fold out map of a messtriss.
Milo's decorated now; he's full so he's restless.
And its up to me to finish up the guest list.
Nocan, Megaman, Castro, Samus, Billy Woods,
Bus driver haslos, Illa Green, Cloudy Oc, Prim Rock, NASA and Mole.
Grand Master Cas, Vango, Bob Kirk, Bonnagin, Prinston James Baldwin,
Mark, Mary Lynn and Fez and George Carlen.
Bill Buckner, Joe Walsh and Steve Bardman.
And others (And now we're just throwing pizza parties).
If Daniel Tosh crosses this party's threshold,
He will be tossed into a fresh bowl of Pesto.
Same goes for Cobra Commando and Destro.
And the Baroness, unless she honors the dress code.
No onesies, no mittens, no Gumbys.
Chevy Chase can come if he changes his old undies.
If Gary Fall Well shows, all hell with break loose.
I'll be in the corner hiding a mustache stained with grape juice,
Malting how much I hate you for all the world's problems.
You're lame if you think this pizza party party was catered by Herman Cane.
Jimmy McMillan said the rent was too damn high.
Somehow two dudes from Blue Man Group snuck by.
Michael, do you know how Ty Green snuck into this party?
I saw pictures online of him having sex with grapefruits.
The heir of sandwich island, the duke of this pizza party.
My business card reads "I'm strong, I'm Steve Harvy."
With a tear basin full of boy's spleens.
Friend of weird Masons of court schemes, renowned owner of all things soy bean.
In fact, I'm an after-the-fact conversationalist.
This is where I make a rap selling face lifts for emphasis.
Somebody left a dookey stain in the toilet bowl.
Don't bring a friend who's gonna eat the whole Twinky roll.
Mike brought a mix CD with System of a Down (UH),
And I have hydraulic pistons that steer my frown.
No admittance if you like "I am Rand" (?) and outdated mortal jazz boy-bands.
We drink chocolate milk until our tummy aches.
I love the oatmeal raisin cookies that my Mommy bakes.
Indeed.
Its oh so very glorious.
Elton Brown is here dancing to "Notorious."
This is my pizza party, I make the rules.
So at this point, gravity stops functioning at the very middle of this quirky lunch-in thing.
Everyone pulls out their yo-yos.
I forgot to mention the get down was "DJ" by Shlohmo.
But the analog tape dispenser pulls out a lightsaber and cuts a dude in half!
Oh my gosh, this is so messy! I don't think we have enough paper towels,
For this unibrow. Give me a permanent pseudo-scalp.
We demanded the party was catered by Pizza Planet.
Someone was sneaking slices!
Gentleman, bandit!
I coulda sworn there were at least three more pieces of pesto, spinach, garlic pizza here.
I swear to... Who- who's th- Nicholas are you stealing slices again?
Yeah, it was Nicholas, wasn't it? Aha.