Mac Lethal Royals Cap (Number the Stars) Lyrics

Irish Goodbye Track Listing
Digital Media 1
  • 1 The Parlour
  • 2 Morimoto (Just Duet)
  • 3 Aviator
  • 4 Royals Cap (Number the Stars)
  • 5 Black Rainbow
  • 6 Wooooo!!!!!!
  • 7 Vodka Tonic With a Lime
  • 8 Happy To Be Living
  • 9 Quarter Life
  • 10 No Miracle
  • 11 Slut (Record In a Motel In Fargo, Nd During a Blizzard)
  • 12 Jake + Olive
  • 13 Old Rasputin (Every Night)
  • 14 Sapporo *bonus Song*
  • It’s rainy in my back yard
    sunny in my front yard
    that’s beauty to me
    but to all you other fuck tards shit
    I kill you ‘till you’re dead
    I got a wad of cash
    and a Royals cap tilted on my head
    this ain’t about the world series
    I'm just proud of Kansas city
    so I'm gonna make the whole entire world hear me
    this is the home of Tech N9ne
    the biggest indie rapper in the world
    and that dude defends the belt dearly
    dearly beloved I got a couple beers from the cubbard
    from boulevard and fuck it
    here’s another cheers to most wanted vodka, gin
    we ain't got no beach in Kansas city
    just lots a friends
    but some of us are broke as fuck
    bills ain't paid yet
    even tommy Morrison failed the AIDS test word
    he must of thought that he was magic
    a lot of people here do and all of ‘em are tragic fuck it
    I guess I’m gonna go bowling
    Then I'm gonna get a hot meal at Bo Lings
    Larry Johnson was the mayor but he’s a clown
    ‘cause Jamaal Charles ran him out of town
    That’s the Kansas city sound

    Can you number the stars
    Oh can you number the stars
    Oh can you number the stars
    because they looking like us
    [X3]

    You can leave and try to say you’re never coming back
    Just please don’t forget your Royals cap

    Lets go beyond Waldo
    Where the Kansas City pimps got girls that they beat like Sean Malto
    Winter here is almost six months long
    So its dark out at 5pm
    It’s not fall though
    You can meet me at the Jones pool
    Where the guidos and the girls are so cool
    A lot of amateurs built lives on the coast
    But I stayed here and turned on the blow torch
    And started given fools hell to pay
    this the home of Don Cheadle and Janelle Monae
    this the home of Satchel Paige and Buck O’Neil
    where the party girls rub those pills
    that’s why the clubs so trill
    spin stars are Mike Scott on the mix fool
    it’s summer time but ain’t another city this cool
    sometimes I feel like a spoiled brat
    in my brand-new bright blue Royals cap

    Can you number the stars
    Oh can you number the stars
    Oh can you number the stars
    because they looking like us
    [X3]

    You can leave and try to say you’re never coming back
    Just please don’t forget your Royals cap
    Come on

    But what an embarrassment
    Y’all be picketing at funerals
    It’s fucking hilarious
    Spilling out hate speech
    To pay yourself
    Saying god hates gays
    Man you’re gay yourself
    Saying god hates fags
    And makes homos hurt
    Tryin’ hide behind the bible
    In your globo church
    You got hate in your stupid soul
    Man you’re the reason god never lets the
    Chiefs win the fucking superbowl
    Little fucktards
    There’s a pool party in my backyard
    And the raps are in the front yard
    You’re all getting fat little lazy boy asses
    Kansas City hustle bitch
    Crazy boy status
    Black clover every single day baby
    I'm gonna reinvest everything that they pay me
    I'm gonna build an empire that’s a hard boil fact
    I'm never gonna take off my Royals cap
    Damn
    I wanna give out a big shout out to Fred Phelps
    And his little army of hate mongers
    You guys’re clearly the reason that Kansas City is not one of the most notorious
    and popular places in the entire United Sates of America
    We are a beautiful, culturally enriched, artistic city
    Stop that anti-gay bullshit
    Kansas City boy

    Can you number the stars
    Oh can you number the stars
    Oh can you number the stars
    because they looking like us
    [X3]

    You can leave and try to say you’re never coming back
    Just please don’t forget your Royals cap
    Damn

    Frank White
    Jim Eisenreich
    George Brett
    Willie Wilson
    Steve Balboni
    Bob Boone
    Bret Saberhagen little motherfucker
    Dan Quisenberry
    Tom Gordon

    Tilt your royals cap homie

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