Bozo White Reaper

[Verse 1]
I'm not the silver slug
I’m not the competition
Don't even bleach my whites
Not of my own volition

I won't hear what you say
Go on, ask anyways, you’re
A sore loser with a plot to spin
A prom queen with a toothless grin, yeah

[Chorus]
Wet palms get stuck in a Bible
You've gotta learn to be careful
Wet palms get stuck in a Bible
Gotta learn, gotta learn to be careful

[Verse 2]
Out on the other hand
This cancer's in remission
But we can't win everything
New frames with the same old vision

I will, I think I might, I might, I think I must
Explain this
Lock this one up for good
I won't, but I know I should, 'cause