"Happy Clown Bad Dub Eight "The Fun EP"," by Atmosphere

Lyrics:

Please have mercy on me
Please have a little mercy on me

Slug:
Whacha gonna do?
Slam doors, break a glass?
Maybe pass out on the kitchen floor with your naked ass
She still makes time to hate me
But basically, I'm overbooked - no emotional vacancy
Complacency seems so simple
Like fuck it, let me be the one you fight and call Mr. Right
It's an addiction, bound to stick around
'Cause a junkie won't bounce till he hits the ground

These drugs ain't as good as we wish they were
This buzz doesn't keep us from missing her
That love that built all of this emphasis
Built enough guilt to kill Electra and Oedipus
It's easier to leave it there
Each time I see your tears
Makes me need a beer to relieve the fear
I wanna keep a clear sky
And fly away like a meteor outta here
Maybe next year I'll reappear

Chorus:
I say hey there
We don't play fair
You can't stay here
I hope you take care

Sample:
Troubles all around me
Day by day

Slug:
Sometimes you make me feel like such a prick
That even I'm convinced that I'm the one that's sick
You can fuss and bitch, you can cut your wrists
Or you can choke on that blood from the tongue you bit
And when you acted up, you BESTA believe I blessed you back
I got a fuckin' fan base that can attest to that
I'm returning this bleeding hearts club membership card
'Cause I want no motherfucking part of it

We're just two dogs on all fours
It's a tug of war for who loves you more
Blame it on tours, or locked bathroom doors
Or maybe it's cause my voice was louder than yours
And I'll be damned if I do this for forever
Everybody looking at me like I don't know better
Instead I gotta run if I'm ever gonna forget her
Cause I've always been a go-getter

Chorus:
I say hey there
We don't play fair
You can't stay here
I hope you take care

Sample:
Troubles all around me
Day by day

And now I got a head full of better off dead
I followed down them steps and slept in the wrong bed
If I had a breath of self-respect left
I'd set fire to the box spring to help it catch
Let these ashes represent the mattress
Director left the set, but nobody told the actresses
So she's still acting as if we scheduled a practice
And my soundtrack is compromising her theatrics

Bridge:
(You) You remind me of me
It's not a compliment, get your song on
(You) Who you trying to be?
Got no tolerance left for drama
(You) You would like to go free
Jump off the fence, let your claws out
(You) You remind me of me
Rough up all of them till they gone

There, here we go ahead with my threats to leave
Like I've ever left cause she wouldn't let me breathe
Instead I kept it deep it enough to get you to believe
That I'm incapable of escaping and setting you free
Well, I'ma open up that map and see the nation
Call it vocation, call it a vacation
You can find me at the airport, waitin'
Or maybe I'll be chain smoking down at the train station
With the pose of a mack and my clothes in a sack
Gotta go, and I don't know when I'll be back
Get my last pay check, smash and make steps
Gone on the road with cool-G rap in the tape deck

Sample:
Please have mercy on me
Please have a little mercy on me

Chorus:
I say hey there
We don't play fair
You can't stay here
I hope you take care

Sample:
Troubles all around me
Day by day

Lyrics:

Little momma got a little pill to swallow
A little water to follow it down the tunnel
Gotta lotta walls but the house is hollow
Got a lot of holes, never found the shovel
Panic attack, so what's the plan of attack?
You had to be had. You cut in half. You had to react
You battle with your shadow from front to back
Stack up the stats. Handle the math, and that'll be that
Hold your head up. I know your fed up
But don't let it get up to the top of them steps love
Instead of playin' with the pieces that got messed up
get dressed up, we goin' out to catch the best buzz
Self-medicated, spirit on elevated
Help take the self-made self-hate and celebrate it
And I could tell you hated it when you felt naked
but the poison tastes great, wanna know how the hell they made it?
And if the dizzy don't kill you, the city will
Simply for the thrill of wiping up a sticky spill
Little tricky get busy of a fifty bill
So take the little pill straight to your pretty grill

[Chorus]
Here it comes, there it goes again. Panic attack. [x8]

So what you drinking? So what you popping?
So what you eating? So what you dropping?
So what you smoking? So what you sniffing?
So how you coping? So what's the difference?

Contagious, it runs like the paint does
Sedate the sober and over anxious
The pages of pain that make the songs on the playlist
The renegade rain that jumped just to flood the bassment
Look honey everbody needs a help-up buddy
No body's drug-free, the streets would be hella bloody
Do you call yourself a patient of a junky?
The only thing that separates is who takes your money
All smile like we're gonna go buck wild
Order up a shot, prescription filled up now
Pop another (what?) distracted by the rush while
we fight all night about what to name the love child
I'm on that go nuts life that got that gold touch
Fresh fly wild bold what like the cold crush
No luck, don't hold much, just an old flush
made up of hearts Queen high off the faux-blush
Freak outs, leak out, and bleed out, and speak out
and reroute and seak out the weak crowd
And we doubt, but when I see it keep out
the beast I'll believe for now, it's all "peace, I gotta be out."

[Chorus]
Here it comes, there it goes again. Panic attack. [x8]

Lyrics:

[Chorus]
(Background voice chanting)
Set us free

[Woman]
I want to live
I want to die

Let's watch the sun disappear into the water
Let's watch these people, and point at the imposters

Let's lay it on the line, let's travel across it
Let's live forever no matter what it costs us

Claustrophobic, lots of down talk
Toss clothes in and turn it off
Easily lost in moments

Forgot the motives, sun almost exploded
Lookin for proof, who would've knew, toy gun was loaded

Go ahead and throw it out into the waves
Say goodbye to yesterday and try to fly the stress away

Took it from the sky and looked it straight into the eye
Silence, trying to read between the snore and the sigh

There's a reason that they say that they can't take it with 'em
I'm your leavin cuz of love, it really isn't livin

Lyrics:

If fact I remember you
You rap too? Oh that's right
Yeah you used to come to my shows
Whenever I was in your city
I guess I should apologize for giving you the credit
Of being more intelligent than you looked
I guess it's a good thing that God loves ugly
Yo, remember when you asked me for some advice?

[Verse]
Come one, it's easy, all you gotta do
Is nod to the beat, talk about what's wrong with you
I did it, a couple others did too
And you can follow in these footprints if shoes fit you
From all regions now, they're trying to steal the style
Look they bit me, and I'm tryin to hide my smile
Cause I tell you, ain't much as flattering
As a grasshopper tryin to smash a teacher with a battle ram
I ain't made, always been a fan of flashbacks
Go ahead, wear your heart on your backpack
But don't forget my name when you start to talk shit
Up in the atmosphere with God in the cockpit
Self-deprecate my way to a better fate
Meditate through the hate, let 'em speculate
Elevate the heat, burn 'em up like hot cakes
Cops came late, tried to fix it all with scotch tape
Pain, the brand new escape, from the brain
And strange days that came with the mistakes
Mis-tastes a little bit to dangerous
I see where they hittin makes me wonder what they aimin with

That's gotta hurt man, put it in the chorus
See if I can get your girlfriend to sing it for us
She like it, it helps her understand you
And you like it, it helps you understand too
And I should walk away, it's getting hard to keep control
When I'm checking all these stalkers, and my records aren't even gold
Breathe in slow, conserve the temper
Show these mother fuckers what this microphone is meant for

Try not to curse, it hurts the verse
It proves that you have a strong lack of better words
But sometimes nothing can replace a cut
Just turn up the bass and come face the front
They ain't trying to listen if you've got a lot to say
And some nothing, still catch a lot of pay
Man, I wanna play, but I'm not gonna walk my way
Back to Coney Island just to catch a couple props today
I nominate myself as the governor
Faced in front of the judge, like I wasn't fuckin her
Yes ma'am, no ma'am, get with the program
Already had you bent over the desk singin slow jams
Peace to the Molemen, Murs, Sage Francis
Anyone else done the work, can take chances
First and the last months rent takes precedent
Other than that, god bless the Fifth Element
Don't give a fuck what ya'll think of Slug
Take your fangs out if you ain't drinkin blood
And blame it on that life you don't live
But shit talking says more about you than we kid

[Outro]
And now we gotta a little secret (don't we) *repeated in background as well
And every time I see you man, I'm gonna remember
You are not who you wish you were
You are not what you wish you were right?
Do me a favor man, you hate me?
Just walk past me man, don't even acknowledge me
Just pretend I don't exist man, don't even look at me man
Ba-bam ba-bam-BAM (repeated)

(altered lyrics from song 'BAM')

We land on your plate like a housefly
Just another face from the southside
The fall guy, all eyes on the tall small fry
While I try not to make your doll cry
What you call 'fly'? What you call 'fresh'
Multi-bulls-eye-sex-and-checks-and-death
I guess I'm best left for dead in a breath
That was never impressed by what's possessed
Girlfriend I need your help
Cause the head on my shoulders won't fuck itself
And when you're ready come around uptown
Up Up girl let your strap down, put your strap down

Lyrics:

Hey Girl
What you lookin' like?
I have seen you get up, and go to that bathroom
Like five or six times in the last twenty minutes
What the hell's going on?

[Verse 1]
Under the great wide gray sky
Still the same guy watching the paint dry
With bloodshot snake eyes
My lady still hates me like you know she should
Because the simple things in life don't get overlooked
But now I'm here with a glass full of beer
Positioned in my chair to watch your ass from a mirror
Hungover and horny, dirty old man
Weed junky drunk leaving tips for the dope man
I'll impress her with my jukebox selections
Spit a couple words in exchange for affection
And if those legs work as good as they look girl
You can walk up and down the page in my book
Can you spell secret?
Come get your feet wet
Let me make up pet names for all your little regrets
(Here let me buy you a drink as a token of my erection)
Hoping that you'll open up and put down your weapons

[Chorus]
Up, up, girl let your strap down, put your strap down
Up, up, girl put your strap down

[Verse 2]
Spaghetti strapped, another lap around the track
I had to suffer punching onto somebody's back
What's up with that?
Where's the independence?
Find the dotted line between acquainted with and friendship
But damn got head rushed, can't stop
What's the big fuss it was just a little hand job
So what if her friend took off her bra and socks and drawers
It was like a massage-a-trois
Why the witnesses always positioned up in your business
Like they're invested in your best interests
Who I be with, and who I leave with
Affects this vicarious life that the weak live
Guess now the pressure's on me to charm you
Relieve you of your weapon, disarm you
See if I can get you off this barstool
We all wanna know if I can get you out your clothes girl

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
From the star-fuckers to the hard lovers
Passing judgment on none
Everyone's got scars mother
Some of them will never heal
Sometimes you gotta step aside; you wanna see how the weather feels
You can't avoid them or fill a void with 'em
If you're nuts you'll enjoy trying to make him your boyfriend
I'm like a pile of paper and ribbons the day after Christmas
(Naw, naw for real I will take my clothes off right here girl)
Who wants to help me, I'm looking for a muse
This time around I'm trying to cook up the blues
Let's make a little love, a little hate
A little give and take and give it to the kids that can relate
And we don't even have a choice
It's the balance, the bits between your ears and my voice
So praise God that the rain ain't stopped
Let's head to my spot and take that wet tank-top off now