🎵 Modern Humor // by David0Mario

2 ContributorsModern Humor Lyrics Stop the music and go home I repeat, stop the music and go home Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, turn it up To the maker, vibrator Roof shaker, earthquaker Annihilator Yeah Verbal couture, parkour with the metaphors The flow house of horror, dead bolted with metal doors Grinch bitch, six sense with a nose drip Mind skydive, sniffing bumps in the cockpit Locksmith of hip-hop, appraisal the wrist watch The rocks bout the size as the teeth in Chris Rock's mouth Sock out the mic, prototype for Adderall Your work killing fiends 'cause you cut it with Fentanyl So much coke just to sniff, need a ski lift Flip your table over if you cut it with the bullshit Nosebleed on red carpets, but it just blend in Snapping pictures feeling my chest being sunk in Live a fast life, seen many die slowly Unhappy when they left so I try to seize the moment Funny how it happens who ever would imagine That joke's on you but Satan the one laughing Ain't it funny how it happens? Ain't it? ain't it funny how it happens? Turn the lights off, they done shut the club down Ain't it? ain't it funny how it happens? Shut the club down, shut the, shut the club down Turn the lights off, they done shut the club down Shut the club down, shut the, shut the club down Ain't it? The schoolyard reeks of sewage, (I am a God) broken pipes, broken promise The thin man staggers lucid for this time of night Drying vomit dangles from the beard, step, mumble, shuffle, trip But the trajectory is clear, he's headed for the covered steps Tut, tut, it looks like rain He remembers A. A. Milne each time the sky is this kind of grey That or his favorite film, Gene Kelly Leaping Technicolor through the fray and feeling glorious The story is an allegory for his days, but night is coming now Vials snap, aluminum sounds Fibers slap as drops descend on tall cans It's all hands on deck to chase the pain away Dealers rockin' parkas with plenty pockets for product The money, horrors, the logic and babies holler from colic The symphony is tectonic, it shifts as the Earth is settlin' Precious metals are mined And a million minds have been meddlin' with time In the hopes of getting a golden noose for the neck Golden goose from a fairy tale, shittin' Fabergé eggs Man, it's fucked up, ain't it funny how it happens? Turn the lights off, they done shut the club down Shut the club down, shut the, shut the club down Ain't it funny how it happens? And every night after the club it goes down Ain't it? ain't it funny how it happens? Plenty, plenty, mo' rounds, bodies, bodies on the ground On Broadway or Main Street they all stumble out Ain't it? ain't it funny how it happens? To a dozen pairs of hands pullin' bottles from they mouths Hotties hardly walk now, everybody passed out Ain't it? In the backseat of the taxi, so they never heard a sound It's the city and the city and you only see one No way to mask it, a lot became has beens Rolling up that hundred dollar bill till they cash in And it all looked pretty when it all begun Thinks it gone last, going too fast But the shit has got to balance on the barrel of a gun Man, it's fucked up, ain't it funny how it happens? All the money in the world ain't gonna stop none of That- I know you're tired of lovin', of lovin' With nobody to love, nobody Ain't it funny how it happens? Bitch, what you know about that? Don't act like a newbie New D boys get jacked, what you need is a New Jack Swing And a new truly discerning taste for the base, like a foodie Harmony's cruelly high when it's on his step Stepped on dope is a safety net And the dope fiends cry but they don't regret Everyone get high, go out 'til they Turn the lights off, (I am a God) they done shut the club down Shut the club down, shut the, shut the club down Why you fightin' all the shit that make the world go 'round? World go 'round, world, world go 'round Turn the lights off, they done shut the club down Shut the club down, shut the, shut the club down I know you're tired of- (Alright) Of lovin' Ooh, wah-ah-ah-ah! I can sell honey to a bee In the fall time, make trees, take back they leaves Octopus in a straight jacket, savage with bad habits Broke, serving fiends, got rich, became a addict Ain't it funny how it happens, who would ever would imagine Nose running right now, could ya pass me a napkin? Managed to somehow to have the upper advantage Panic when the drugs are gone and nobody is answering The whole world lovin' that gangsta shit Can't change this shit, it's dangerous But it really ain't nuttin' to a gangsta (Ain't it funny how it happens?) They long for the sleep like they mortal (I am a God), these zombies But they got this portal in their minds And the molecules get rewired every trip they takin' through time And they trippin' nightly, the blacks of the eyes igniting You are now watching the throne The pits in the backyard biting, the cats in the trashcan fighting Don't let me get in my zone The feeling of guns pealing like bells in a telltale reeling Of bodies losing they feeling and falling down and the ceiling (Ain't it funny how it happens?) Don't let me get in my zone Is black from the smoke that's rising, the scent is just so enticing These other ______s is lyin' Descent is a small price for the right to live out your vices, now Actin' like the summer ain't mine And it all looked pretty when it all begun (I got that hot bitch in my home) But the shit has got to balance on the barrel of a gun (Ain't it funny how it happens?) You know how many hot bitches I own? All the money in the world ain't gonna stop none of Don't let me get in my zone That gangsta shit, that gangsta shit Don't let me get in my zone The whole world lovin' that gangsta shit Don't let me get in my zone Can't change this shit, it's dangerous (Ain't it funny how it happens?) Don't let me get in my zone But it really ain't nuttin' to a gangsta The stars is in the building Got the twenties and the fifties wrapped up under all the ones They hands is to the ceiling Two for twenty, five for fifty, you could move a couple tons I know I'm 'bout to kill it You could put it in the blood or you could put it in the lungs (Ain't it funny how it happens?) How you know? I got that feeling But, whatever you cough up, remember that it all begun with You are now watching the throne That gangsta shit, that gangsta shit Don't let me into my zone The whole world lovin' that gangsta shit Can't change this shit, it's dangerous (Ain't it funny how it happens?) Don't let me into my zone But it really ain't nuttin' to a gangsta (I'm definitely in my zone) Ain't it?