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letra de it's me - kahooligan

it’s me snitches
you couldn’t handle the heat in the fridge of my kitchen
against me tom cruise wouldn’t finish the mission
wale came to me to teach him ambition
you girl come to me for lower body division
go so fast i p-ss the last kid
my oh my my dreams are m-ssive
step in the park it turns jurrasaic
i go hard and they go flaccid
switching lanes like an bad bowler
like you’re girl cuz she’s bi-…polar
smarter than the t–th behind your molars
might pop a cap… right off my soda
keep ish locked down like a h–rder
might be your girl but i’m a court her
tell her to say was good to homer (my p-n-s)
then show a brand new type of yoga
i am too different u cannot beat me
i am the upgrade call me r3 d3(r2d2)
it’s a wrap check your toga bag
better thn yours messed up my lines are yoda swag
full of wonderful ways, so no wonder i have them wondering
and my swag is irish town cuz every day it’s dublin (doubling)
my lines are like other rappers themselves, all of them are dense
i know i stole your gate, but please don’t take offense (a fence)
to the fair ladies from your gents we’d be oh so much impressed
if you liked your guy from him and didn’t just bend over the benz

put me on your mantle cuz heyyy knyck has got knack for this
ayy dog you make things happen, you can call me a catylist
boy be a man for your woman or i’ll do it on a whim
change my name to james cuz she with me when she say she at the jim (gym)
check me i go dumb on my grind
add a little dutty to ya wind
flirting with a 1 plus nine
can’t go ham your name ends in “stein”
mad cuz i’m at the front all the time
fast lyrics like i run when i rhyme
imm go ahead and marry beautiful woman
so i can yell at my kid “you son of a dime”
it’s ya boy yeah i’m the rudest
sl!ck as oil, your the crudest
rap so i can buy a fast car
and make a meal of mila kunis
in this rap game your more out of place than sandy
and your girls hittin on me like i’m filled with mexican candy
i’m a straight excelling, ur stuff is just p-ssable
call it b-st–lity, ur messin with animal
it’s the publisher, ill-strator, author
all i want is bread like i’m eatin dinner at red lobster
going over the heads of the best, lebron’s hairline
dark face, can’t stay quiet. i’d be a weird mime
check his lyrics, check his flow, omg how swag is he?
just a skinny dude, with a big brain, a minivan, and a tall girl fantasy
i dress sharper thn narwhals
lightning off of the start off
leave your face on the side of cartons
leave your chest looking like marfons
you metaphors are wack nd your lines are stale
i wouldn’t even feel your flows if i read em in braille

- kahooligan

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