Waterlines WHY?

I’m something unheard and bound under harbor sound
But my words are heard loud when I’m on the mound
And with the vocal duress of a lone thrush in a bush
That’s a quote from a book of my local press push

The doctor of ramble and word scramble
From the land of proctor and gamble and cop scandals
Rocking soccer socks in sandals like yeah bro
Talking crude a tad too verbose and way too close

I’m colder than most
Older than the youth
Always under oath
And sober in the booth
One man’s filth is another man’s truth
Big mouth filled with one long tooth

Do you all?
When you find yourselves in your late twenties, wanna make money
Do you all?
When you find yourselves with three tens you’d gladly ante on the wind

The crucibles proof and fire fused, poof
With the liars view under my skirt up. Dude
You wanna peruse the tattoos you heard word of?
Any excuse I can use to move my shirt off
Girls used to fawn over my locks to kill
Now the girls are gone and I’m on minoxidil
I’m in decline but women like be jocking still
Cause I rhyme with skill and talk so chill and youthful
Bird dog in the mating yard to be truthful
Quake 89 trading cards with me tubes
So three white felt gloves are crucial
Yes the one left one right one neutral