Rancid Canvas Licks - Strange U

{Well, I’ll go investigate some strange and bizarre events from the present

Unbelievable happenings, as fresh as today’s headlines}

Yo

Holy smokes

Load the mic like Okie-Dokes

Holding notes and a clothesline to open throats

Spit a flow for jokes at male groupies

We pay checks, Becks and a Lucy

Forget who’s Bruce Lee, I’m murkin’im

Forget who knew me, I’m swerving’em

Switching lanes, witching plays, then spit the flames

Strange Universe stee', over friggin' daze

Lost up in a maze that changes

Reconfigure it

Many interesting flavors

«How can it be?»

I say

Looking off the balcony

Is the time now for me?

Us

Trust

Yo, it’s the dawn or the dusk

The spawn in your gut

A fall from the crux

But then I might have gone nuts…

Dammit!

I get rancid on the canvas

Growing antlers

I’m in the pouch like baby kangas

Delivering babies with hangers

Lazy manners

In your face with the Pampers

Shitty

Still got the key to the city

Mean and greedy

Blaze green, drink whisky

Lean

Crispy, or dreams turned to minced meat

Seem fifteen

Growing up shit’s creek

The disbelief the chief, the Iron Sheikh (raise you bat!)

Try and weep

Get banished to the isle of Crete

Keep your eye on the creep

He’s got a gun and it blocks the sun

He’ll keep shooting till the job is done

Rob your mom

Nah, that’s for suckers

Looking at these punks like «Rah, that’s just bonkers»

Damn, he got raised by nutters

Shit.