It transforms from a song into a song, then into a...song. Then we all go out and get blowjobs for dessert! YAY!
Rappers/whatever the hell else it is we do.
We love music and do our best to keep it creative and have fun with everything and everyone involved in the process.
Story behind the song
Sh*tting on the movies. Sorry, Michael Bay..
Lyrics
p.d: YA SAID YA HEARD IT ALL, BABY, BUT YOU AIN'T HEARD MINE!
I'M LIKE THE CLOSE ENCOUNTERS OF THE THIRD KIND FOR THE FIRST TIME!
WITH A VERSE RHYME DISPERSED DOWN ON THE EARTH'S SPINE!
CUTS RIGHT TO THE CORE, I'M OF THE WORST KIND!
I HIT THE BOOTH AND TRANSFORM LIKE CLARK KENT!
SAID "I'M A BIRD! I'M A PLANE!" REST OF YA'LL AREN'T sh** !
YOUR FLOW SUCKS; BORDERLINE RETARDED!
SO PEDDLE YA BOX OF CHOCOLATES ON SOMEBODY ELSE'S PARK BENCH!
I'M HEARTLESS LIKE KANYE! RAW, AND I'M RAUNCHY!
LEAST THAT'S THE WORD ALL OF YA MOMS SAY!
A FATHER'S WORST NIGHTMARE ON PROM-DAY:
I DROP A FRESH LOAD IN HER WET-SPOT LIKE LAUNDRAY!
TELL YA BOYS IT'S OPEN SEASON, THEY'RE AVOIDIN YA QUICK,
CUZ YA TEND TO EXPOSE YA WEAKNESS LIKE A FREUDIAN SLIP!
AND I'M CHILLIN UP ON THE SIDELINES ENJOYIN THE sh** !
"PUT ME IN, COACH! I'MMA FLAME-BROIL THE b*** !"
NOW, THE DIFFERENCE WITH ME AND YOU WHEN WE'RE DICKIN EM DOWN RAW:
I'M GIVIN EM GRAND SLAMS! YOU'RE GIVIN EM FOUL BALLS!
I GIVE EM SOME GOOD GAME! THEY KNOW THAT I BROUGHT MINE!
YOU GIVE EM SOME SWITCH HITTIN ON TELEPHONE HOTLINES!
WE TALK sh** , BUT WE'RE MAKIN BELIEVERS
OUTTA HIP-HOP JUNKIES RECOGNIZIN THE MEANEST!
ANY DISAGREEMENT, YOU CAN SUCK ON THE PENIS!
IF YOU WANNA JUDGE US, YOU NEED A FUCKIN SUBPOENA!!
Hook
r.t: I TRANSFORM-FORM INTO THE BEAT-BEAT!
ANY WORD I SPEAK-SPEAK BECOMES A SYNC-SYNC!
EVERY WORD I’M SPITTIN-SPITTIN, I STAY ON GRID-GRID!
WHY THE FUCK YOU THINK THEY CALL ME THE RHYTHMA-TIC-TIC-TIC-TIC!
THE SWAGGA I POSSESS IS HARD FOR ME TO EXPRESS!
THIS FEELINGS PRESSED ON MY CHEST I GUESS I CAN’T DIGEST,
SO I ACCEPT THE FEEL AND LET IT GROW,
LET IT BUILD UNTIL THE TIME COMES TA LET IT GO!
I transform! I morph and shift shapes!
With great force, we form our mixtape!
We take forth the course; accept fate!
WE STAND AT THE TOP FLOOR, YOU STAND WHERE WE DEFICATE!
YA’LL AREN’T sh** , HOMIE! HONEST TO GOD!
YOU SEE, I’M PROPERLY DESIGNED; I’M ONE OF A KIND!
AND EVERYBODY KNOW THE TRUTH! THEY KNOW WHAT I CAN DO,
SO EACH AND EVERYBODY CLEAR THE ROOM AS SOON AS I HIT THE BOOTH!
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