- #WHO SINGS SO BABY PULL ME CLOSER IN THE BACK SEAT OF YOUR ROVER THAT I KNOW YOU CANT AFFORD MAC#
- #WHO SINGS SO BABY PULL ME CLOSER IN THE BACK SEAT OF YOUR ROVER THAT I KNOW YOU CANT AFFORD CRACK#
Morphin' into an immortal, comin' through the portal
See if I get away with it now that I ain't as big as I was, but I'm Put 'em all in a line, add an AK-47, a revolver and a 9 Tried to say I'll take seven kids from Columbine I said on "I'm Back" from The Mathers LP 1 when I
You get too big and here they come tryin' So I crunch rhymes, but sometimes when you combine Rappers are hungry lookin' at me like it's lunchtimeīut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grind To maybe try to help get some people through tough times So I wanna make sure somewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodle enough rhymes I'm a Doberman, pinch yourself in the arm and pay homage, pupilīut it's honestly futile if I don't utilize what I do though I'm the walkin' dead, but I'm just a talkin' head, a zombie floatin' The way I'm racin' around the track, call me NASCAR, NASCARĭale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash God Of keepin' up with the same pace, lookin' boy, 'cause. I'ma work for everything I have, never ask nobody for shitīasically, boy, you're never gonna be capable I get a "hell yeah" from Dre, lookin' boy Hey, lookin' boy! What you say, lookin' boy? "Oy vey, that boy's gay!"-that's all they say, lookin' boyĪnd a "way to go" from your label every day, lookin' boy Like you're watching a church gathering take place, lookin' boy So gay I can barely say it with a straight face, lookin' boy Off a plank and, tell me what in the fuck are you thinkin'? You fags think it's all a game, 'til I walk a flock of flames Only Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fame Into the motherfuckin' Rock and Roll Hall of FameĮven though I'll walk in the church and burst in a ball of flames Inspired enough to one day grow up, blow up and be in a position Lakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N.W.A, Cube, hey Doc, Ren 'Cause I use it as a vehicle to "bus the rhyme" Well, to be truthful the blueprint'sĭid nothing but shoot for the Moon since (Pew!) Let me show you maintainin' this shit ain't that hard, that hardĮverybody wants the key and the secret to rap immortality like Ι have got. 'Cause I'm beginnin' to feel like a Rap God, Rap God While I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece as It's actually disastrously bad for the wack Rappers are havin' a rough time period, here's a maxi pad How could I not blow? All I do is drop F-bombs Only realized it was ironic, I was signed to Aftermath after the fact
#WHO SINGS SO BABY PULL ME CLOSER IN THE BACK SEAT OF YOUR ROVER THAT I KNOW YOU CANT AFFORD CRACK#
Over the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in half I'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' table
#WHO SINGS SO BABY PULL ME CLOSER IN THE BACK SEAT OF YOUR ROVER THAT I KNOW YOU CANT AFFORD MAC#
With this rappity brat, packin' a MAC in the back of the Ac'Īnd at the exact same time, I attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicin' that You don't really wanna get into a pissin' match Syllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with) With Monica Lewinsky feelin' on his nutsack They said I rap like a robot, so call me Rap-botīut for me to rap like a computer it must be in my genesĮver since Bill Clinton was still in office Now, who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box? I'm beginnin' to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodĪll my people from the front to the back nod, back nod If that means what I think it means, we're in trouble, big trouble and if he is as bananas as you say, I'm not taking any chances." Like something's about to happen, but I don't know what.
"But I'm only going to get this one chance." "Look, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelings." I just wanna hear you screaming,"¡Ay, Bendito!" Yo no tengo prisa, yo me quiero dar el viaje Quiero, quiero, quiero ver cuánto amor a ti te cabe Ven, prueba de mi boca para ver cómo te sabe Sabes que esa beba está buscando de mi bom, bom Sabes que tu corazón conmigo te hace bom, bom Llevo tiempo intentándolo, mami, esto es dando y dándolo Si te pido un beso, ven, dámelo, yo sé que estás pensándolo
Tus lugares favoritos (Favorito, favorito, baby)ĭéjame sobrepasar tus zonas de peligro (Woah, woah) Quiero ver bailar tu pelo, quiero ser tu ritmo (Woah, woah) Sólo con pensarlo se acelera el pulso (Oh, yeah) ¡Oh! Tú, tú eres el imán y yo soy el metal The way you nibble on my ear, the only words I wanna hear You fit me tailor-made, love how you put it on Make me wanna savor every moment slowly, slowly So thankful for that, it's such a blessin', yeah
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