Miranda July, the dopest of chicks
I would pay cash to lick her old deodorant sticks
I would stroke her hair, collect a million little dandruff flakes
Mix them with powdered sugar, and put them on my pancakes
I want to be eternally tied to you
I’ll do anything—I’ll kill Prince and die for you
If you were having trouble getting pregnant
I would kidnap someone’s kid and give it to you as a Christmas present
I know, baby, I’m just a little peasant
Barely worthy just to even be in your presence
For a second. But can’t a man fantasize
About putting his hands on Miranda’s thighs?
Staring in her eyes, feeding her rink ice
Lemonade iced drink and whispering things like:
Miranda, let’s quit our jobs, and go live with the pandas

Miranda July
Say you'll be mine
Your eyes are blue gods
That live in white skies

Miranda July, the dopest of chicks
After she takes a shower, press the soap to my lips
She could make a jillion dollars selling some extra skin
From her incredibly sexy chin
Brain Helen made of Elegy estrogen
America’s Melody Nelson; her specialty’s melting men
And women, dinosaurs and plants too
Hope I die and come back as your underpants Ju-
Ly, on the market for a new guy?
I love your pale skin, black hair, and blue eyes
I can’t even look at them sometimes
Without getting ickeryplacked and tongue-tied
And don’t get me started on your pretty lips
I’ll start talking Yiddish with a little bit of jibberish
Like: Miranda, yidl mitn, go live with the pandas

Miranda July
Say you'll be mine
Your eyes are blue gods
That live in white skies

Miranda July, the smartest of chicks
You guys, it isn’t all about the arse and the tits
That’s really just a tiny fraction of it
I love the film she directed and the acting in it
I have both her albums and her short story collection
It’s an intellectual and sexual obsession
If you hear this record, let’s move in together
July, you and I can poop back and forth forever
I poop in your butt, and you poop in mine
We’ll eat fruit and wine, and have a super time
Staring at the love cloud that circles me
When I think about her everything turns purply
See this chick? We need to kiss and hold hands
Hump speedily to the cheesiest of slow jams
Being sung by a choir of pandas
I really love you, Miranda

Miranda July
Say you'll be mine
Your eyes are blue gods
That live in white skies

Miranda July

Warm Matzah

Julia Louis-Dreyfus

Produced by Warren Xclnce
Additional Vocals - Caffeine Machine

Hi, Hi, Hi (Feat. Caffeine Machine)

A Kid

I Have Seen It All

Catcall

Tel Aviv

Daddy Lessons II

The Good Place

When the Fish Drown

This Larger Narrative

Still Selling Coke

Lyrics (with minimal punctuation b/c fuck it that's how I write lyrics)

I wake up, write some shit to the hardest of beats
Drink liquor and fall asleep on Jennifer Lawrence’s cheeks
Do this all through the week, maybe nightcrawl through the streets
My girlfriend says I keep switching on her; she calls me Mystique
Take a walk on the beach, cough on a mountain of dro
‘Til it alters our speech, we’re talking like Tommy Wiseau
Oh hi Mike, I already ordered a pizza
There’s no room for weak rappers I tear ‘em apart like Lisa
Bold enough to wear some assless leather jeans
I’m what happens when you strap a black dick on Katniss Everdeen
I watched your last clip, most wack shit ever seen
They should name your rap clique Catpiss Neverclean
Because--I shouldn’t have to explain it
You’ll probably like these next two bars of vulgar entertainment
The girl I’m dating kissed between my scrotum and my anus
And since that day I feel that our relationship’s been tainted

I do this rap shit for
Throw your hands up for
We gettin’ money like
We in the hood like

I moved into a brand new apartment this week
Right at 123 Jennifer Lawrence’s Cheeks
Do not call me a geek just ‘cause I’m smart with the words
Please do not call me a nerd ‘cause I don’t talk to the streets
Couldn’t care less about your urinating contests
Screw that, this new rap’s as Freudian as mom sex
I use that webcam on your stepdad’s computer
To Ustream my threesome w/ Jenni and Bradley Cooper
You better get Swayze, little cub scout
They say insane ‘cause I’m thinking way outside the bum’s house
Step on stage, and watch all the ladies in the club shout
Kevin Ware’s leg, the crowd goes crazy when I come out
I ain’t Drake, but you can thank me later
I’d say fuck them, but I don’t have any haters
I carved this song in toilet paper with a Glade razor
My best ideas hit me while I’m shitting, Hank Schrader




Production Credit: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t_yxCJ6_5eg

Jennifer Lawrence's Cheeks

Epperson

Popular tracks