They Call It

Don't you love it madly when
It sleeps in your basement
On some gladly pay you
Tuesday-for-a hamburger-today shit?
And don't you love the way you can relate
To everything your favourite rapper has
To say about your hatred?
Get a hobby, now why they wanna watch me
In some hotel lobby getting sloppy
With this pillow built mommy?
Probably never be global like 2Pac
But the local boys will beat my
Shit hard in their jukebox
Sitting here pretending I'm not tipsy
Watching over sensitive hippies use my
Records for they dog Frisbees
Be a good little fishy
And book me a ticket to your city
So your girlfriend will kiss me
I'm the bee that came
To pollinate the flower
Make a meal, borrow a towel and take a shower
It's called love, in return they make bread
Pay dollars, make beds, catch buzz, give head

They call it love and I get plenty of it
The rich kids burn it, my broke people dub it
They call it hate and I get plenty of it
The snakes always wanna put your
Name where their tongue split's
They call it love and I get plenty of it
Give hugs to the public
Put plugs in the budget
They call it hate and I get plenty of it
But they know who to call when
They want the party jumping

We bust into your system
Search through the evidence
Opening hoping to find why
You love your residence
Puts your fists up or put your chips up
Advocate, act adult or get
Your fabric ripped up
They said like what? Like
They didn't know me
Six foot three, ugly mug and a simple flow
Like that? Like that! And a
Bottle of Jimmy Beam
Peace, my name is Slug and I'm
Down with the winning team
They wanna kill my steam, I didn't care
Just lead me to the Phoebe
With the pretty hair
Jumping up and down with the
Passion of a battle jester of the kingdom
See me mack 'em at the castle
Sean is such an asshole! Nah I'm a dickhead
Stealing cigarettes from the rest
Of the mislead
Enjoy me, avoid me, do what you must do
But man up and understand why
They don't love you

Looking through your pinhole
Who you gonna insult?
Atmosphere get up in here, yeah
Where'd your grin go?
Got a sock full of nickels and quarters
For unsupportive cock smokers that
Wanna ripple these waters
You hate to love it
Keep changing up the subject
Still ain't saying nothing
We knew that you would jump ship
Get back inside your magic pumpkin you puppet
Cause all you got left in your
Life is a big 'What if?'
No names, this pertains to a flock of you
The fuck you gonna do when
No one's watching you?
Sweep up the fuck-ups
Tighten up the lug nuts
Let your world turn with no
Concern for what Slug does
I'm not number one
I'm just my mother's son
No regrets, show respect
What's done is done
I understand why you're so discouraged
Now show your love like it was
When you was this moment

"We may not do this recording again
And maybe not give it to fellas again
So we hope you enjoyed listening to
This album half as much
As we enjoyed playing it for you
Cause we had a ball"