(Hip hop is the devil's music) Is that me? It belongs to me?Ĭause I just happen to be, a white honky devil with two horns Who caused the evolution of rap to take it to the next level, boost itīut several rebuked it, and whoever produced it With great power comes absolutely no responsibility, for contentĬompletely, despondent and condescending, the king of nonsenseĪnd controversy is on a, beat killing spree, your honor, I must, plea, guiltyĬause I sparked a, revolution, rebel without a cause I'm in the style department with a pile in my car, ripping the aisle apart Laughing all the way to the bank, lamping in my K-Mart mansion Who just happens, to be rapping, blue lights flashing Makes you want to get up and start dancing, even if it is Charles Manson When the power of the rhyme falls into the wrong hands, and I'm the epitome and the prime example of what happens I wouldn't be so mad, my attitude wouldn't be so bad, yeah, dad No! If he had, he wouldn't have ended up in these rhymes on my pad (Has he taken, any time, to show you what you need to live?) (Who's your daddy?) I don't know him, but I wonder Let me take you by the hand to promise landĪnd threaten everyone, cause there's no rhyme or no reason for nothing Is she taken? Is she mine? Don't got, don't care, don't have two shits to give So as long as I'm on the clock punching this time cardīut sometimes, when I'm sleeping, she comes to me in my dreams Had a fire in my heart, and a dire desire to aspire, to Die Hard It says ever since I drove a '79 Lincoln with white walls
Oh, it's on a rampage, couldn't see what I wrote I write small Puke Skywalker, but sound like Chewbacca when I talkįull of such blind rage I need a seeing eye dogĬan't even find the page, I was writing this rhyme on Probably find a way to complain about a Picasso painting (Follow you must, Rick Rubin my little Padawan)Ī Jedi in training, colossal brain and, thoughts are entertainingīut docile and impossible to explain and, I'm also vain and (But waned for the game your enthusiasm it hasn't) Michelangelo with a paint gun in a tantrum
It's like handing a psycho a loaded handgun Then crashed in the side of loco-motive with rap, I'm loco My mother reproduced like a komodo dragon
0 kommentar(er)
