Introdiction

I saw a dead fish on the pavement and thought 'what did you expect?
There's no water 'round here stupid, shoulda stayed where it was wet.'

Hello, my name is Pip
And I would like to speak some lyrics
Into this microphone that's amplified
So you can hear it
This piece of diction is the intro to Distraction Pieces
That's all the shit that flies around my head and keeps me sleepless

Such little food for thought, my fucking brain feels anorexic
So many typos when I write, oh, I'll claim I'm dyslexic
I've got your poem here, I've put in this envelope
I'm setting fire to it, hope you all can read the smoke

Most people where I live don't know me, and I fucking like it
Some poeple where I live don't like me, and I fucking know it
Some people here won't know me name or give me a look since
I flow kinda strange like Spina Bifida footprints

[I flow kinda strange like Spina Bifida footprints.]

Nothing's original, I stole this flow from The Creator
And from some others too, can't think right now, I'll name 'em later
If I say fuck a lot, well then I may gain more attention
If I say cunt, well then with some of you there will be tension

I find this interesting, cause in the end they are just words
You give them power when you cower, man, it's so absurd
But all that was covered by Lenny Bruce, back in the day
Nothing's original, now I'm repeating what I say

Paralysis through analysis can stop me here
But that'd just be an excuse to run in fear
So I'll brandish the blandest man's anguish with a rammed fist
Directed at the throat of any man that can withstand this

[I will brandish the blandest man's anguish with a rammed fist.]

I see these rappers that say things like 'No homo' and such
It always seems maybe the lady doth protest too much
I'm really speechless, but I speak less than you might imagine
Sometimes I stutter and I sputter, like the words are catchin'

I'm known to write about the shit most people won't discuss
Some find my music too intrusive with their words, and such
You see a mousetrap, I see free cheese, and a fucking challenge
But you stay quiet, for fear of tipping the balance

When it's horses for courses my horse is distorted
I bought it for four quid, then forced it through horse shit
We walk through these morbid, remorseless discourses
Then dicuss these disgusting new sources

[When it's horses for courses my horse is distorted.]

I've seen the world, I've seen the good and the shitty bits
And I'll I gotta say is 'Goddamn, y'all are fuckin' idiots'
Some people heard my words and thought it meant they knew me
Truth is I don't exist, I'm just a soundtrack to your movie

Some background figure, in a story that's already scripted
And what I feel's just felt for you to hear me fucking spit it
I jump in many different heads through these words and poems
Always hoping maybe the next leap'll be my leap home

Ziggy says that if I keep writing this shit
There's an eighty percent chance that Al can make it a pop hit
But Al’s an alcoholic and I’m a fucking schizophrenic
So I’ll close my eyes on this whole fucking world and that will end it