beat by DJAC
mixed by Max Miller-Loran

verse 1
what are you doing?
i'm gettin it in
what does that mean?
i'm leaning, up in the scene, and i'm rubbing these weenises clean like i'm clubbing
and stuck in a tin of sardines
listening to wu-
sitting on the fu-ton
sipping on a brew, now
i know that it won't be quite as tight a type of night if i don't end up at the jusgau
i'm creeping it moving this evening choosing and cheesing, refusing to leave 
boozing and blazing and then as a favor they're waving the dues and the fees
meaning i'm sneaking in free and then cruising the basement perusing the leads
that beezie's a doozie
you're hooping for tens but i'm shooting the twos and the threes
percentage!

Chorus 2x
Who the fuck is. that dude?
(some rando, just some rando, just some rando)
Who the fuck is that random dude?

verse 2
You've seen it all before
he charges in the door
changes up the music
throws up on the floor
i think my man's is nuts
he did it, his hands are up
but the minute you shift your eyes 
he sips from an abandoned cup
up my habitat and what i'm hoping to happen is oh so clear
pausing the visit, i'm positive you don't know a person here
an i-pod is missing and i got suspicions on who made it dis-a-pear
i'd like to do the same to you and hope i've made that crystal clear
I seem so rude
but you're coming weak ass 'tude
sticking us in a wicked predicament
but i don't think you really want to be that dude
you wanna give him the benefit of the doubt
so many men and women about, that it's a crowd
but you gotta put a limit on what you could allow
if you're gonna keep it cool up in the house

chorus

verse 3
Woah woah woah woah woah woah
i thought this was was an open house
you gotta smoke me out
i can't just toke and bounce
when this comely honey wants to go down south
no doubt 
i'm bro'd out
with my chode out
on the fold out couch
(no?)
this party's hecka lackin
let's start to get it crackin 
this slew of dudes and two bit floozies calls for desperate action
if you were used to beauty you'd be hating
that groupie's boobies are askew and crudely hewn like in a cubist painting
either that or all this pot's got me hallucinating
it's true those potted rhododendrons look like cuties mating
i'm through debating with you stuck up snobs
if you got a fuckin prob
my boy'll cut you, fool
he's in the russian mob

Randos

Nosy Clowns (George's first ever song) July 2002

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