Lyrics
It's so wrong would you say that word oh oh this is the best club beat and why the fuck would you niggas wanna bump it Don't you really know what I'm talkin' about? And if you niggas don't know what the fuck is in my mouth in the crowds turnin' out of the south southbound, mow, soundbound to Falmouth when I don't know how to use it/really hope this beat doesn't sound awfully computed sound so computed that you don't even know what to do with it do with a shit do with a crip do with a bitch do with a clit oh/I just said that same thing so many muthafuckin' times oh yeah it's the club on rhyme gotta rhyme smoke 'dro in the back/y'all plays don't know how to act/and, wait, what's goin' down?/ "Wait, that doesn't rhyme why did you pronounce 'on' that way, Reuben? Well? Well?" "Why do I gotta tell you? Why I gotta tell you? What the fuck are you? What are you, some kind of de-tect-ive? Tryin' to act here to get-that-bid? Tryin' to make some money off my wrist? Tryin' to make me sit and shed some light on the bitch?" Oh, wait, shinin' light shine light in the dark like ya bright actin' so bright like a muthafuckin' sight snipin' like you were snipin' the bright snipin' a kite, snipin' a wife, midwife in the back cripin' on life, cripin' on life, cripin' on ripes, with the fuck niggas in the back ravin' to fight, ready to fight, ready to fight, in the club smokin' 'dro at night, wait wait, this is good, this is good in the hood, what the fuck would, that happen to have a-ny, thing to do, with what the fuck I'm talkin' about, at night in the back of the parkin' around/fuckin' around get a crown in the back, don't try to act, don't try to act, 'cause I went to Hollywood and there's mad bad bad, mad bad actors that could kick your ass, like, Freddy Krueger and, wait, George Clooney and, wait, this is is, yeah. Black actor in the movie "Thirteen Ghosts" lookin' like a nighter that'll put up in your hosts/Freddy Host pretty host hired twenty hoes that's pretty gross got the glenny coast and Freddy grows/and I got mad hoes in the house, and they ain't comin' out of the south, in the mouse on the route that be goin' around, goin' around and around chasin' the bout/what this is all about, yeah that stupid halls out take your balls out take your malls out got these niggas in the back wait wait, I'm not allowed to say that word 'cuz I'm white, and I really don't know how to fly a kite, but you know, I'm goin' to Pussy Kunt Nails (P.K. Nails in Falmouth) get my nails done, and my hurr did, go to the fairgrounds, and I'm so bare naked and so barely hated I'm so jaded papi have my babies, wait-wait, wait--wait, can't see you gray--gray, grayer than a nigga in the ray, can't say the word but he know who came, who cares, who cares, in the Springfield shoppin' all bears/shoppin' for new people, shoppin' for people in the pool, when they got me on layed been shoppin' lists, gettin' new shopping list when they goin' to the crib go into the crib, buy me stuff buy me stuff, in the back grimy stuff, rhymin' stuff grimey stuff like cigarettes and blunts and such, cruck the fuck, what what? wait, wait wait, just look at that piano it's so fanny from the phantom man I got mad wantom and I grind on Armageddon and I gotta get it runnin'/gotta get with these niggas in crews..and I'm sniffin on brew..slippin' on brew goin' through whipped brew..gotta do what (mumble) front row..wait I'm mumblin' I'm such a mumbler I got pumblers and I got Tums™ at the sto' what what yeah yeah yeah yeah muthaf*kas don't know how to act, readin' everybody sound the same, rhyme the same, rhyme the back up in the clap back, clap back like Mandy Moore in the fat smack, soke a fat smack in the mad rack rack, I just said a f**kin' wait wait, spoonerism spoonerism in my woonerism, who's in the moon again? wait yeah, track 69 come to the moon, like my name was Sara Connor and I got mad doom, can't be in a new kid room, in the room and I got mad blues, got blues and the fool woo-w
