The Last Temptation of Wil E. Coyote

You woke up
Feeling like you'd been crushed by a boulder
Scratching at the fleas and another day older
Roll up outta bed put the kettle on the stoveplate
Wait for the cobwebs to go away
It seemed like yesterday was gonna be the one
You were bout to hit the road and you had em on the run
Here you come
Talking about your new plan of attack
But you may have made a few wrong moves in the trap
So where you at? at the open mic, hoping for gas money
Supposedly promoted by one of your rap buddies?
Everybody's gotta play the fool but it's clear
That you been doing that for 20 years
And the bills pile up, and the heat don't work
And you never see your kids, and you're eating like a jerk
And everybody's a hater when your feelings get hurt
But one day you've gotta face it: you'll never eat the bird!
You're a glutton for the punishment
Addict for the poultry
Look at who you're running with!
How is it you don't see?
You're hungry for the wrong thing
That's why you're known to be a natural born loser
Wil E. Coyote.

And you don't stop... and you don't quit....
But maybe you should.

You woke up
Feeling like you got shot out of a catapult
Take a look around, pick yourself up off the asphalt
Surrounded by girls, you probably wanna catcall
But you won't get no love like that y'all (that y'all)
Back to the drawing board, back to the lab
And the phone never rings in your bachelor pad
But you the mack, so you treat em like they're all inferior
Can't no woman meet your criteria
She gotta be a freak and she gotta be a virgin
She gotta be ambitious, she gotta be earning
A cooker and a cleaner with a body that's perfect
She gotta feed your ego, and let you know you're worth it
But right before you meet though, you may wanna ask
Why would she ever date your sorry ass?
Pause. Do the math. Take a look at the trajectory.
Acting like a predator ain't really in your pedigree
You glutton for the punishment
Addict for the poultry. Lookit who you're running with!
How is it you don't see? You're hungry for the wrong things
That's why you're known to be
The bottom of the food chain
Wil E. Coyote.

You woke up
Feeling like you got shot out of a slingshot
Looking at this rope, thinking how to tie a slipknot
And that's a scary episode. If you've never seen it
Then you've rarely ever known.
Watching your last hope go up in a puff of smoke
Feeling like a mutt and the butt of a bad joke
Cupboard full of nothing, disgusted by dusty roads
But maybe there's a better way to satisfy your soul
And maybe there will come a day when you pick up the phone
And cancel that delivery, and realize your worth
And stop buying ACME. Cause ACME don't work!
Throw away the jetpacks, birdseed and rollerblades
Try a vegan diet. Buy a ticket. Go away.
Find a better climate. Maybe find some slower prey
You may find there's no shame and focus your aim
Cuz you were tougher than the punishment,
Better than you hope to be
If one day you up and quit,
Knowing what you don't need
That's the day we all win
That's the day you go free!
A super genius.
Wil E. Coyote.