[Lyric] Slugfun (Sloth)

[Hook]
Sleepy lazy good for nothing
Sleepy lazy good for nothing
Sleepy lazy good for nothing
Sleepy lazy good for nothing

[Verse One]
I’m sleepy lazy good for nothing
Yeah that’s me I am not fronting
I’m a side sleeper pillow slide beeper
Under the covers safe from others
Run from the lovers it saves on rubbers
Just want to catch z’s not caring what you think is funner
I just want to be in dream land
But that sunlight is gleaming
Got shades on in bed stunner it is seeming
Got those crusty eyes and atrophied thighs
I’m not getting high I’m just getting by
Cause I can’t face the outside
Let alone the hallway
Told my family goodbye
I’m a lay here all day
Next to death spooning
Got bad breath tombing
Noon time looming
Not yet up to grooming
I’ll get on that tomorrow
I’ll write the greatest rap song
And I am not Milo
I’ll promote it all day long
If you say it is not great wrong
And I’ll sic on you my friend throng
Oops I must be dreaming again
How’d I finish the verse? Weird
[Hook]

[Verse Two]
I ain't shaving
But its not a fashion statement
My wardrobe is all grey and
I didn’t grow arms like Rayman
Underdeveloped under sung
Under sold and still unstrung
Break neck not bare neck I coulda won
Or coulda placed or coulda faced
Losing bruising contusions delusions
Of grandeure of fans here of big cheers of no sneers
And congratulations and feel elation
Have dough for a vacation
And maybe even relaxation
Aww I got that here on my couch
Siphoning beer to my mouth
Got a dr. P IV and a comfy slouch
I forgot how to smile I’m a grouch
Call me Oscar the Irish man I sock you in the mouth
But I don’t think I will
That requires effort and skill
And not to mention a force of will
But I’m an empty sack
Life I lack
Fell asleep on the street
And woke up in the back
Of a hearse
[Hook]

[Verse Three]
I have a last verse for thee
I’m surprised I made it to three
But they don’t say nothing
And there is no fronting
No you’ll find no brags here
Nor a fourth wall dear
Just a sad lonely man
Who abandoned his clan
Too bitter to be a kidder
But everyone thinks I’m joking
I’ll wither as I dither
All the while I’m choking
But you think I’m miming
So this is bad timing
I should be job hunting
But I sit here rhyming
Four a.m. bed time
I’ll wait for my light to shine
But I don’t think there’s a lime
And I’m not even on the grind
I got a case of white voice
I got a case of white boy
There is no case of white joy
Just an angsty white boy
The others will be better
There is no cult classic
I’m just an ugly sweater
But it’s not even that drastic
I bet you think I’m boring
Well I agree