stream this song | open this song in your browser | back to album page | back to homepage Very Interesting, This Thing Track 1 from "I.P.O.P.I.F." by proGrammar Chorus: Hmm, hmm... Very interesting, this thing. (X2) Coming and drumming. (X4) Yo, I had a box of fifty calibers Sittin on my dresser measured like some calipers. The caterpillars at the salad bar would prefer the extra inning, So I had to hit the lot; I had a feeling I was winning. I was pining and whinnying. Whittled down just like a little tiny baby thing. For a fling, I had a flame. Not that it was so, so social, but I hate when they call you only knowing you'll roast yo' last bits. The glass hits as the math teacher ass-shits. I had half-fifths preserved in the plastic. I knew it never, ever even woulda lasted considering the role for which I'm casted. Despite the fact that fools fasted, I still left 'em reproached and lambasted. My phraseology and word choice attaches to your ass like a felt coat to ashes. Deepest black, darkest navy blue in the eye. I caught guys looking down lead pipes! Don't tell me the hype still can't be trusted! You're looking like an otter-bladder buoy too full. Like Louie Anderson: piss and fucking vinegar on the mic! You were on to something hype, then you fell off like a kid on a trike; Maybe like type leapfrogging; coming to the end, it's the cliff's edge. Unstable ledge on which you're standing. Acting like a bank-robber, shooting, demanding folks be handing over mad valuables. Went mad berserker from one too many Gallup polls tromping through his house while he's tryin'a eat dinner! Let me ask you something "Who's the big winner?" Chorus stream this song | open this song in your browser | back to album page | back to homepage