Now my intent's to dispense with some sick shit like diarrhea
I try to be a nice MC but
MCs try to perpetrate, and I've tried to gain patience
But, is it really worth the wait
I've never worked a day that I've enjoyed
And that might be the reason why I'm not employed
Why've I destroyed microphones that I don't own?
Shit I don't know
Surprise I'm home have you made dinner yet
A Dear John letter plus the baby sitter left, damn
These words are probly a murmur
Who said you can't buy happiness? I just bought me a hooker
I'm a naughty booger, a slimy little snot
I probly get no women cause I got a tiny- STOP
Here hold that thought, it ain't safe for me
I'll use your grandpa's funeral casket to go wake boarding
So your girl's got divine devotion
If your dick was a can opener you couldn't get her thighs to open
Cause I'm Buck Bowen
Uh, I just forgot my lyrics... sike I'm joking
Rhymes are wrote'n then thrown over dope beats
And when you get on the mic it's like No Doubt Don't Speak
Leave me alone please I don't want to be bothered
Cause I get lifted like sitting opposite the fat kid on a teeter totter