Happy Chachi

Neighbours screamin' blaspheme
Interruptin' me reoccurrin' Cameron Diaz in The Mask dream
I circle the room and double back
To me reflection like "What you lookin' at? That's enough of that!"
I put a bat through the fatback Atachi
Now I'm a regular Happy Chachi like Itchy when he's swattin' Scratchy
Destruction soothes the soul like Apache chants
Grab a branch and you might survive the avalanche
While I sit back and plot like a masked master villain
In the wrong house, flat, mansion, chillin'
Til I'm rich, in the ritz, with a Bollywood bitch
Gettin' blitzed til' I look like Hollywood skits
Bada Boom, Bada Bing, the cold sagger king
With rum in me can of Ting, don't ask me for a thing
Or I might become nasty
I bitch slapped those meddlin' kids when they unmasked me, classy
I fuck forty hoes, then pause to pose and ash me Camel Light
And grab the mic like rap's Marshall Applewhite
All praises to the cult
I'm a slender Herculean figure with a face you wanna sculpt
Baby, let's climb up on the roof and fly
You can't spell suicide without "U" and "I"
I'd hop into me coffin, but I'm waitin' for me suit to dry
And I need to choose a tie
Return of the Mack era Mark Morrison 'do
Lookin' sharp hoppin' in in a comfortable Clarks moccasin shoe
What can you do?
It might mean somethin' to them but, nothin' to you
Quaffin' me brew like "Where do I have to pillage to be the man?"
A dove escaped from me pocket and flew into the ceilin' fan
And apart from the feathers and blood on me vintage 19th century rug...
Everything's good

It's all sound 'ere
Everything's laughin' round 'ere
It's all sound 'ere
Cactus Owl, everything's laughin' round 'ere