You are now turned into your imminent doom
Screwed soon as you exited the womb
Rooms with scrooges, burnt coffee, and wilted tulips
Emitting their disapproval for music of this magnitude
I'm ravaging these Ravishing Rick Rudes
Staggering the masses blastin cannons of fish food
Overwhelming your synapses, dub slappin and big booms
Party's crackin, don't be absent, revolution is in bloom
The roof was never on fire 'cause it never existed
80's misfits found a wormhole to this bitch
Generation-Y-Not invent and f*ck the world hard 'til it indents
I've got a bent dick so i'm always f*ckin somethin on the side
You a frankenstein, better watch your bride
Kamikaze rhymes, killin everything I find
You're damn right, for the right price I'll televise my suicide
It doesn't have to make sense
It just has to sound cool
You work so hard on your spit
I wake up, piss, and then drool
Spit implies effort this is drool
Gimme gimme gimme gimmie gimmie that lighter
Eenie meenie miney bow and arrow shooting ligers
Petey petey pabolito, propeller head poppin egos with properly sharpened ninja star shaped pringles
Illegal tacos and flocks of seagulls, straight jacket for my libido
Finger over your peep hole, surpriiiiise
How neato
It's only me though, I'm so evil
But you like my ooh-la-la, shark bait ooh-ha-ha
You are not a superstar
Art this, art that, art fag, art rap, aren't thou just a little label happy, f*ck
F and n bombs, the-the shit i get on
Got you throwin hands with the last son of Krypton
Crush, build, destroy
Rest it's all noise
Bugs, motors, and sluts, boys will be boys
Threatened by the poise and purpose you're porpoise for purchase with poisonous burps, your flows nervous
Wyatt Earp wit mad purp
I stopped pickin flowers for skirts cause thorns hurt
I've devoured about dozen of em in my heyday
Mayday, they turn turret and go crazy
Blastin star sperm from the sky it's no wonder why
Fastballs make doves cry
Swooped in on the sly and played the wall like
Hi, the name's parasite
It doesn't have to make sense
It just has to sound cool
You work so hard on your spit
I wake up, piss, and then drool
Spit implies effort this is drool
Kapeesh - Drool Lyrics
Kapeesh - Drool Lyrics
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English
You are now turned into your imminent doom
Screwed soon as you exited the womb
Rooms with scrooges, burnt coffee, and wilted tulips
Emitting their disapproval for music of this magnitude
I'm ravaging these Ravishing Rick Rudes
Staggering the masses blastin cannons of fish food
Overwhelming your synapses, dub slappin and big booms
Party's crackin, don't be absent, revolution is in bloom
The roof was never on fire 'cause it never existed
80's misfits found a wormhole to this bitch
Generation-Y-Not invent and f*ck the world hard 'til it indents
I've got a bent dick so i'm always f*ckin somethin on the side
You a frankenstein, better watch your bride
Kamikaze rhymes, killin everything I find
You're damn right, for the right price I'll televise my suicide
It doesn't have to make sense
It just has to sound cool
You work so hard on your spit
I wake up, piss, and then drool
Spit implies effort this is drool
Gimme gimme gimme gimmie gimmie that lighter
Eenie meenie miney bow and arrow shooting ligers
Petey petey pabolito, propeller head poppin egos with properly sharpened ninja star shaped pringles
Illegal tacos and flocks of seagulls, straight jacket for my libido
Finger over your peep hole, surpriiiiise
How neato
It's only me though, I'm so evil
But you like my ooh-la-la, shark bait ooh-ha-ha
You are not a superstar
Art this, art that, art fag, art rap, aren't thou just a little label happy, f*ck
F and n bombs, the-the shit i get on
Got you throwin hands with the last son of Krypton
Crush, build, destroy
Rest it's all noise
Bugs, motors, and sluts, boys will be boys
Threatened by the poise and purpose you're porpoise for purchase with poisonous burps, your flows nervous
Wyatt Earp wit mad purp
I stopped pickin flowers for skirts cause thorns hurt
I've devoured about dozen of em in my heyday
Mayday, they turn turret and go crazy
Blastin star sperm from the sky it's no wonder why
Fastballs make doves cry
Swooped in on the sly and played the wall like
Hi, the name's parasite
It doesn't have to make sense
It just has to sound cool
You work so hard on your spit
I wake up, piss, and then drool
Spit implies effort this is drool
Screwed soon as you exited the womb
Rooms with scrooges, burnt coffee, and wilted tulips
Emitting their disapproval for music of this magnitude
I'm ravaging these Ravishing Rick Rudes
Staggering the masses blastin cannons of fish food
Overwhelming your synapses, dub slappin and big booms
Party's crackin, don't be absent, revolution is in bloom
The roof was never on fire 'cause it never existed
80's misfits found a wormhole to this bitch
Generation-Y-Not invent and f*ck the world hard 'til it indents
I've got a bent dick so i'm always f*ckin somethin on the side
You a frankenstein, better watch your bride
Kamikaze rhymes, killin everything I find
You're damn right, for the right price I'll televise my suicide
It doesn't have to make sense
It just has to sound cool
You work so hard on your spit
I wake up, piss, and then drool
Spit implies effort this is drool
Gimme gimme gimme gimmie gimmie that lighter
Eenie meenie miney bow and arrow shooting ligers
Petey petey pabolito, propeller head poppin egos with properly sharpened ninja star shaped pringles
Illegal tacos and flocks of seagulls, straight jacket for my libido
Finger over your peep hole, surpriiiiise
How neato
It's only me though, I'm so evil
But you like my ooh-la-la, shark bait ooh-ha-ha
You are not a superstar
Art this, art that, art fag, art rap, aren't thou just a little label happy, f*ck
F and n bombs, the-the shit i get on
Got you throwin hands with the last son of Krypton
Crush, build, destroy
Rest it's all noise
Bugs, motors, and sluts, boys will be boys
Threatened by the poise and purpose you're porpoise for purchase with poisonous burps, your flows nervous
Wyatt Earp wit mad purp
I stopped pickin flowers for skirts cause thorns hurt
I've devoured about dozen of em in my heyday
Mayday, they turn turret and go crazy
Blastin star sperm from the sky it's no wonder why
Fastballs make doves cry
Swooped in on the sly and played the wall like
Hi, the name's parasite
It doesn't have to make sense
It just has to sound cool
You work so hard on your spit
I wake up, piss, and then drool
Spit implies effort this is drool
Writer: Christopher Hayes
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid