Lyrics the grand prize game on the bozo show - Open Mike Eagle

Easy living, blood, sweat, and tears, though
Sleep when I'm sleepy, act more cheerful
Eat like I'm needy, stop when I'm near-full
Laugh around people, feel like I'm sinful
Tin-foil on the rabbit ears to make the picture clear

I swallowed 30 cents, said it was magic, made it disappear
My momma wasn't happy about it, I was surprised that she shouted
I had to shit in a bucket, I got a chicken McNugget
Box of 20 with some fries and a pop
I would go to the McDo' any chance I got
Back before I started hooping and before the making music
I was young, I wasn't dumb, but I was really fucking stupid

The hard-headed knuckle hand sandwich made the Manwich a meal
Leftover afterthought for overthinking
Sinking on the iceberg of my beverage
The leverage of the contract attached
A gross mismeasurement forever when the titan attacks

The hard-headed knuckle hand sandwich made a mess of the appliances
The applications taken only spoke of the adjacent washer, dryer, plier
Panicked, oversigning, oversold the lower Maytag
The pricing was the downfall of the scientist

The hard-headed knuckle hand sandwich gave the cannibal the sustenance
To subsequently seek a daydream from the nothingness
City living fades into irrelevance
Incessant air raids on the island form the focus of the present tense

Yeah, yeah
Is this a gift or a weapon?
I froze on the first song and dipped on the second
Let's see what we can lift from the wreckage
I'm 'bout to clean my kitchen and listen to Metric
I'm fulla data, I keep you at a distance

I fight like Vega, I'm a psych major, yeah
I study all great black voices
Sometimes it felt good when they made bad choices
And black schools had ratios
I'm Cool Hand Luke on the dual-band radio
It said no innuendo
We sitting in the limo, like no problemo