Blood is Funner Than Water

Artist: Weerd Science
Track: “Blood is Funner Than Water”

*Are you really a killer?*

I fortify my format, memorize more raps,
Wipe the smile off a rapper’s face, call me doormat.
Born at the mercy of the world
I coulda sworn that nothin’ is ever free
You get only what you believe
And if whatcha see is whatcha get
You best bet you would wanna leave
If you was me you wouldn’t wanna be
Here any longer than you had to be
They laugh at me *Fuck them!*
No problem, happily.
Line up some microphones so I can rock ‘em savegely
It don’t matter to me where
My stratedy is anytime, anyplace
Any who laugh, the Rhyme Slayer has come
Bearin’ his sword, ready to decapitate any
Rappers that come across me.
Of course it’s me, W-E-E-R-D S-C-I-E-N-C-E,
A real emcee.
Talkin’ ’bout reasons I got plenty:
First of all, damn, nobody respects me.
Excuses, none, the fuse has done
Been lit fire to the wick ’bout to blow this shit!
Motherfucker act like you know this shit!
Ya’ god damn right I’m a cracka from the sticks
Now,

All I ever hear about is how you make ya gat bust
Half of you thug rappers ain’t even really strapped, what!
All you ever let is see us all the chips you stack up
The movie’s over, son, your rhymes are wrapped up and cut!
All I ever hear about is how you make ya gat bust
All I hear about is how you make ya gat bust, what?
All you ever let us see is all the chips you stack up

But you don’t really know shit when it all boils down to it
How much dick did you suck to get a couple steps up
The ladder of pigs?
Things get so fucked up when small timers think they big.
Your own grave you dig.
Breakin’ out the shovel I try to remain humble
I stumble through the rubble
And though the puddle is deeper
It’s more like a river, so subtle my secret
I begged you to keep it.
I need you to feel it, but you don’t have to see it.
I want you to hear it, count your blessings
That you don’t have to be it.
Serpent in the rainbow
Science in this microphone,
Dust on my halo.
My rhymes are comin’ whether you like it or not.
My shit is like a retard locked in the basement and my parents forgot
To feed me for three days and finally nothin’ has come
And these are my pains and

All I ever hear about is how you make ya gat bust
Half of you thug rappers ain’t even really strapped, what!
All you ever let is see us all the chips you stack up
The movie’s over, son, your rhymes are wrapped up and cut!
All I ever hear about is how you make ya gat bust
All I hear about is how you make ya gat bust, what?
All you ever let us see is all the chips you stack up

But the ground is sour like Pascal said
When he came to see the doctor after he was dead
Shaped my young mind rhymin’
White-bred, get back in line like Simon Says.
Off with ya head like ya name was Pez!
I give a fuck about your record label or your street cred.
Oh, I’ma eat lead? Attack and an uzi?
Thinkin’ you the shit only ’cause you spit poopy.
Oopsie, I shouldn’t speak so loosely
Inside of my looseleafs and invite to shoot me
So listen, stop beatin’ around bush
American flag burn like hippies and Purple Kush
So quit bustin’ and pushin’ me, mushin’ me into a hole
I’m sick of movin’ and breakin’ out of your mold
Your control can’t hold me
Overload your files and erase your database
‘Cause nobody owns me
You like my shit man, love you got to show me
Write me a check or a shout you can throw me
*Hey homie!* Phony! Don’t act like you know me!
*But wait!* Bullshit, turn around and walk slowly.

All I ever hear about is how you make ya gat bust
Half of you thug rappers ain’t even really strapped, what!
All you ever let is see us all the chips you stack up
The movie’s over, son, your rhymes are wrapped up and cut!
All I ever hear about is how you make ya gat bust
All I hear about is how you make ya gat bust, what?
All you ever let us see is all the chips you stack up
The movie’s over, son, your rhymes are wrapped up and cut!

*Are you really a killer?*

lyrics transcribed by: Evan Cassity for Kill Your Rapper