Yeah, yeah, yeah, you know. Yesterday I was down at Fulton mall, these kids trying to step to me like Def Jux wasn't doing it. I'm like, "Dawg, for one, why you stepping up to me like that? You don't even know who I am." You know, with things like... they were on some stuff like talking about El thinks he's the man, he thinks that, you know… but this dude's a straight asshole. The dude can be an asshole, he's doing his thing: he's trying to be ill. But you know, I was trying to pick my sneaks out anyway. And these kids try to step back up to me, I'm like "Dude, I'm picking out my sneakers; trying to pick out the colors or something.". And they just keep walking up; just keep saying this stuff to me. So I'm like "Yo, yo, if y'all don't back up off of me right now, yo, I promise to God, I'm like to flip my wig, straight up, straight up, straight up, straight up, straight up, straight up."
[Hook]
Hoobity Blah Blah, talking all hard
You are now listening to the sounds of the weareallgoingtoburninhellmegamixx2, 2, 2, 2, 2, 2, 2
[Verse 1]
This is not a concept, it's a headache with moving pictures
For the hopeless droids poised on the brink of "Fuck You Mister"
Settle down skipper, that's so September 10th of you
I've been posting up pyrotechnics in this game just like the rest of you
Which would explain the fanny pack of detonators
And the remote control coyote
And a T-shirt that reads "Blow Me"
And a sign on my hotel room door that says "Bitch, you don't know me"
Do not enter, do not stand here, do not complete what you have seen here
Brittle ghosts of perjury slur, I'm right hurr
Spilling the surgery words, dirtily gurgling murderer terms
Further than fucked up, post in the back and wait
Until rap's word was serving them hurt burgers
The method is nervous, reception is to be felt and purchased
Stumbling in the back door wrapped in tourniquets
The weathermen are far from the joy box in the hot
It's so nice to see a mongoloid savant doing his job
And I tip my dome right to him, but the face was slowly loosening
To proud to face my peoples on the floor folk get used to it
You're talking to a slut with a millennial strut
Who biannually cuts the pie chart in his favor just enough
The Aslan damaging man has been fan damaged
The arrogant ass I'm morphing on
I go by stumble the fly tone off
Rumble the bumble bee kid
Faded the Starscream beat rattle
I'm more than just confused, I'm an asshole
So when you see the human snot box reorganizer, wave your little tassels
And get it popping like epileptics on bubble wrap you fucking feathers
I'm an everlasting gobstopper; suck me forever
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
I'm lavish in the fabric of automatic or badass shit
Captured a match to the kick
When the snare hits "Oh, Shit"
All of a single a sudden the muddy water of bludgeoning fuckery
Stuck in my head is ready to spit
Get back mother fuckers
I got the blood of legends pumping in flesh appendages
It's the heaviest shit
I'm dusting a funk cover to bust shit you're dumping on our town
Surround tough loving and freejack back you black lunged bitch
Jungle love, the animal funk lust, cannibal dumbstruck
The whore Hannibal trumpets here with a funk strut
Goodie the hoodlum, pitch in the back you little pudding
My crew is juvenile, mushing pussies' breaks
Stupidly moving at breakneck the great threat
The ultimate thrill or journey
Death march, munchkins, you gurney riders
You ought to grab in the lab laugh over bag babies
Stuffing shit I'm loving it, I'm loving it, I'm loving it, I'm loving it, I'm loving it
