Public Breakdown, the Joe Daily Rap

In the beginning of the song, my lips are out of sync with the words, and I have no one to blame but myself and Live Movie Maker. Hopefully the cognitive dissonance isn't too severe for weaker minded viewers.

Special thanks to Adrian Barnello for his beats, lyrical coaching, and total patience with my lack of rhythm.

Lyrics:


Yo, My name is Joe Daily, and I'm not a rapper,
I live with my dad, and we are both bachelors
Most days I drive down to Wildwood Community
I don't go cuz I want to; I go cuz it's free.

I work at Indigo Joe's, straight working for the man,
I used to wanna be a chef, but I've changed my master plan!
You wanna know why? These hours are sour like a lime!
Nights and weekends? Hell naw! That's partying time!

N64 is where it's at, when I need mah game fix,
Wii or PS3? I aint down with these trick!
Sixty bucks for a brand new game? No thanks!
I don't shop at Gamestop, I'm tired of their pranks!

I know that I'm funny, shouldn't have to tell you that,
It's not a matter of opinion, it's a mother duckin' fact
I hate censorship, I also hate bein' rude
I don't wanna make my momma cry, she's by biggest fan, dude!

I'm really a good friend. You're a cool guy Joe!
But I'm kind of self centered, and I don't really know
what I wanna do with my life or where I wanna go.
Maybe I'll be a writer on Regular Show?

When I get around to it, I do great work,
But I always put it off like some kinda jerk
I stay up all night, and I sleep all day
I take hyperboles too far, in like every single way

I'm an angry driver, and I kinda suck at math,
Doing fractions on the highway, no survivors in my path.
I've got faith in my abilities, but I'm plagued by self doubt,
If I'm ever less than perfect, I feel I gotta pout.

I get nervous when I shouldn't, 'bout things I can't control
I lie awake at night, staring out my window
When I see the stars, they make me feel so small
I simply don't comprehend life's meaning at all.

In my search for the answers, I tried out the occult
But the Necronomicon was boring, and I had to kill goat.
I went on a quest in the mountains, and I slayed a giant dragon
But all I got was some gold, and really gaudy flagon.

I had a rad space adventure, through several parallels of time,
I met Galactic Nostradamus and he taught me how to rhyme.
I decided the fates of billions, in dimensions unknown,
and I hitched a ride with Chewbacca just to get back home.

My mind tends to wander, I never stay on task,
Wasn't I rappin' 'bout ideals? Yeah, let's get back to that!
If I really was perfect, I'd make bank like Seinfeld,
Making people laugh is a passion that I've always held.

I'd drive an electric car, and be patient with all I meet,
I'd always wear a smile, rollin' silent down the street.
Math would be my girl, and we'd go out for a drink,
Multiplication all night long, solving fractions'd be our kink.

I would always dress nice,
I wouldn't worry about the price.
I could even dress in pink,
I wouldn't give a fuck what'chu think- (Beat drop, shock)

Uh, anyway, I should really wrap this up,
I got cookies in the oven, and I filled my fly cup,
With milk for milk for these morsels, and now it's time to undress,
Cuz eatin' cookies in the raw is honestly the best.

TRUE THAT

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• Joe Daily
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• Community college
• Public Breakdown