a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

letra de hungry hungry hippos (let me spin, coach!) - heath mcnease

[verse 1]
follow me i be
probably obvi
four best in christian rap game
a game that i do not view highly:
manchild, ohmega, harry krum, and redcloud
soupthechemist wrote that book we follow with our heads down
slept on like fugee pillows
fugees still dope
kool g rap four fifth, though
chain smoking with my zippo
right outside that citgo
station when that limo
pull up with mannie fresh and i rap circles ’round that hippo
samson with the jawbone of an -ss slayed his thousands
but mcnasty got a couple extra with the -ss’s hip bone
delilah was a trick ho
i ain’t let her near those lovely locks
it’s silent j. fox, she got the tip, though
hungry hungry hippos, all up on my gmail
asking me for info, i don’t give no details
asking me ’bout instagram, i don’t give no intel
i pray for you, that’s where it ends
so miss me with those pigtails
zuckermans sm-rg-sbord -rg-sbord
boredom forced them off the tour
before we ordered waterboarded torture for ’em
or ordered foreman to tie up the quarter horses
the cords tied to the performers is [pointalized performed?] (bars)
oh, i could do bars, i could do bars
i can start as shooting guard and i’m stoyokovich
i can do mars
i can do lars overt rock drummers drugs harder than lars does
dollars to donuts to–
i can do bars
i can do nas bars
i can do nostradamus’ nickel-plated nine
and ny state of mind in bars bars
i can do weezy bars
i can do yeezy bars
i can do parcheesi bars
heath don’t do no cheesy bars
chico debarge bars
chicos of debarge bars
those sam goody tee hee hee hee
refugees all stars bars
pras bars, lauryn’s bars,
lots of comments, common bars
marshall’s bars, rakim’s bars
das efx and talib’s bars
serve ’em all a la carte
serve ’em allahu akbar
for brother ali and ali muhammed’s bars
i keep spinning on teeny boppers and get confused
all just to get some views, all this is just a ruse
i’m just a bit removed, awkward and misconstrued
possible missing youth, but doctor this isn’t news
issued some fake piaget social learning theory
disappear like cold case files that never earned a jury (ah)
it burned in ’em surely like the wick at both ends
maslow’s pyramid just simplifies the gist, but it wins
it’s blade to scrot’ time, nut cuttin’ season
that gut bucket freeing k!lling time in b-tt (mmmmmm!) egypt
nothing’s really as good as serving and [that’s just current?]
extra-current pictures of the double chins with extra syrup
my gosh, it’s ihop when it used to be some leather stirrups
and better service my net worth since the bet is worthless

[interlude 1]
>”i’m sorry.”
>”sorry for what? our daddy taught us not to be ashamed….”
>”well, my daddy taught me a few things too…”

[verse 2]
daddy raised a hustler, your mama raised a buster
redcloud k!lled another custer plus that mustache was a duster (redcloud)
no need to adjust your
tv set i’m just your
bebe cece winans bbc rewinding bet reclining
b-e tee hee rhyming
d-e-b-t he be trying
to avoid that beady eyed address
that ebt line i’m in
d-e-b-i-t is rising
and he be on nice verizon family planning
use his mama’s green to treat that green-eyed diamond
dibiase baby yeah that’s money in your mouth
that’s benjamins that million dollar dream on them i’m out
and the boy come from the south
where them chicken heads will cluck
mickey d’s they talk that nonsense
long as they don’t scuff my chucks (huh)
oh, that’s atl (mmm)
oh, that’s miller county (mmm)
oh, that’s dungeon family
oh, that’s so therapy howdy (mmm)
get some cee-lo green and goodie mob hair
[let’s be?] shawty
against that andre 3000 codpiece he wear it proudly

[interlude 2]
“let me spin, coach
y’all wanna win, put b00bie in!
y’all wanna win? put b00bie in!
i’m ’bout to spin
come on coach, let me get this for you”

[verse 3]
father forgive me, i been listening to kendrick
cause it feels more like worship than most of this worship business
and j. cole’s become another john mark mcmilllan as far as i’m concerned
cause both of them got bars for the children
and is it wrong, if good kid, m.a.a.d city became my hillsong
for six months? but i know that ocean’s still strong
am i conflicted? should i not have found you in it?
if aesop rock does not believe in you, does that mean that i can’t listen?
bars over convenience, bars over my suppositions
bars over these patty-caking and entry-level buster christians
he said you can’t touch him because he’s draped in garlic
and he don’t take her phone calls because she talks [garbled]
and i heard them bars, i swear that bar’s the hardest
thing a christian ever said, so soup, you are regarded
and when i’m just pushing up daisies
i hope that some of them maybe say it was useful
instead of the usual

- heath mcnease

letras aleatórias

MAIS ACESSADOS