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Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #78
Peak in subgenre #18
Author
Lyrics By: Bazix
Rights
Laszlo Van Leeuwen
Uploaded
July 05, 2007
Track Files
MP3
MP3 3.6 MB • 128 kbps • 3:58
Story behind the song
After hearing all the bullshit most rappers talk about in tracks day by day, I did this comedy track. Consists of 100% pure bullshit. Now lets see if I can get this baby on radio.
Lyrics
CHORUS (2X):
Here’s another bullshit song/
For you to play and sing along/
To fit right in with radio/
And the bullshit they play all day long/
VERSE 1:
I’m at it dude/Harassin’ crews/Gimme my action tools/
First lesson was livin’, now it’s time for lesson 2/
I'm something you can’t touch like an expensive suit/
Make you pop, like I popped ya' mom's plastic boobs/
I’m passin’ through/Don’t talk behind my back, it’s rude/
My eyes turn 360, Don’t have no screws/My head is loose/
I’m being honest, which alotta rappers never do/
You say you got guts? Rip my chest open, I got ‘em too!/
Every boo/I ever had/Grabbed my cash/And left me soon/
They’d rather be with the wack, when they rap, even the track says “boo!”/
They like; “Keep ya’ attitude/Go play with legos you”/
I’m like “fuck you! I got more pleasure when the vacuum blew!”/
Cuz I’m a rapper, a chick magnet too/
I make girls moan and shake like an epileptic moose/
Currents so strong; I even attract the fattest boos/
The last girl at my door needed a crane to get her through/
I’m a bully, snap at artists more then cameras do/
Put your face in gay magazines to have your parents stare at you/
Make you jump out of a plane, right after tellin’ you;/
“Man! You're a natural, you don't need a parachute!”/
Be careful to/Not provoke me, I burn like acids do/
Crash ya’ wedding through/Tell ya’ boo/Why she shouldn’t marry you/
Why are you so mean?/Lemme answer you;/
Uhh... I don’t know, I guess it’s what I meant to do/
(CHORUS)
VERSE 2:
I mock so-called veterans/With tracks above ya’ average/
I rob banks and shit/With a nude Morisette Analis/
So all the people there will only notice her ass and tits/
And I don’t even gotta wear a fucking mask and shit/
I’m at the crèche/Sellin’ bricks/Of cannabis/To parent’s kids/
Tell em I’m the good guy; teach em how to pass that shit/
Tell em to dream big; fuck being a president/
Wouldn’t you rather talk to hot girls from behind cash registers?/
Gimme a question, kids/I’ll do my best to answer it/
Got problems with maths? I did/I’ll teach you how to pass it big/
Grab your teacher by his hair like this/Hold the fan like this/
And tell him to change your mark or you’ll push his head in it/
And if that don’t help, let him know you can get his chick/
Like me, cuz they know I got a better dick/
What? You wanna measure it?/Man, Watch me grab her clit/
I show her what the people mean when they shout “Let it rip!”/
I’m the first rapper that/Killed someone with Pepsodent/
Told the cops her breath just stank/And it was an accident/
But then how did she choke?/Ooh, I forgot to mention that/
She had a cat/It was high; it jumped up and scratched her neck/
These rappers’ wack/So I’ve come to bring the pressure back/
Go head to head/Kill ‘em all like a mass attack/
Even the fans are wack/Suppressing rap/With all these wacker tracks/
Oh well, here’s another bullshit track to press it back/So yeah…
