[Verse 1]Another day, I think I'll take the pony for a spinDo or die, I got +The Bluest Eye+ like Toni MorrisonGet it...Toni Morrison?Attack the clones, I'm back to bonin' bony whores againUsed to beat my meat, I guess I got bologna fore-uh-skin(Ewwwwww) Hey girl you feelin' lonely? Pour the ginWe gonna get you rocky, but this dick is only for your friendSo choose your poison, either Beef-A-Roni or a tinCan full of hors d'ouevres, served on phony porcelainThey forcin' my hand..."Danny, you ain't right"I beat the Blue Man Group in a blue paint fightI'm your favorite rapper's rapperRap depraved me, made meWrap my fingers 'round your sister's throatImpatience made me snap herNeck; man I'm 'bout to cash this checkI had respect a couple years agoI'm fearless, phone my dad collectMy crew? Thicker than Steinbeck novelsWe visit Milan, and do the Heimlech on models[Chorus x 2]"There's so many people who can talk and talk and talk and just sayNothing, or nearly nothing"[ Verse 2]Everbody talkin' pistols, gats; it's boringI'll flip a new topic for you: rabbit abortions(Ewwwwww) I'm a fetus's nightmareNo one can save 'em, even if Jesus was right there(beat stops)Danny!: Yo yo yo, stop the beat, hol' up hol' up hol' upEngineer: Yo, why you stoppin' son, what's good? You wasdoin' aiight!Danny!: Dog, DOG...I'm not making any sense, like, whatsoever...this shit has NO topic at all --Engineer: Man, are you crazy nigga? This joint is hot flamesson, yo this is real hip-hop...this is real hip-hop, yo your jointis hot flames son. Yo keep recording, we still recording right now(beat continues)[Verse 2]The pie-jacker, I jack pies for moneyYou niggaz is sweet, must've got baptized in honeyRockin' skirts like that bagpipe countrySpeakin' of pipes, Danny lays more pipe than aPlumber on a summer afternoonWhen I'm in the tabernacleI can make the daughter of the pastor swoonWatchin' cartoons...my alter ego is aRaccoon with a pair of shades, I call him Master P oonHey Master Poon, what'chu doin' today?"Well I was gonna do a track with youBut you went away!"Hey -- what more can I say?I can't help it that these rappin' cats is borderline gay"You mean to tell me that cats can rap too?"Never mind Master Poon, it's time for a nap soonIf I ain't the dopest on the mic then I'm the closestPneumonultramicroscopicsiliconiosis(...just a random big word, y'knowwhatImsayin'so I can sound smart!)[Chorus x 2][Verse 3]The streets is in a panicPolice need to increase the peaceEven though priests and obese people areDestined for heaven even when they get beatenI'll invite your grandfather out to Denny's and eat himMind of a psychoRhyme with my eyes closedNo piece of paper, a freak of nature with nine toesI know you nerd rappers gon' love thisI just spit a whole song and I didn't say shitI know you backpackers gon' love thisI just spit a whole song and I didn't say shitI know the underground gon' love thisI just spit a whole song and I didn't say shit[Chorus x 1]
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Copy to Clipboard: [Verse 1]Another day, I think I'll take the pony for a spinDo or die, I got +The Bluest Eye+ like Toni MorrisonGet it...Toni Morrison?Attack the clones, I'm back to bonin' bony whores againUsed to beat my meat, I guess I got bologna fore-uh-skin(Ewwwwww) Hey girl you feelin' lonely? Pour the ginWe gonna get you rocky, but this dick is only for your friendSo choose your poison, either Beef-A-Roni or a tinCan full of hors d'ouevres, served on phony porcelainThey forcin' my hand..."Danny, you ain't right"I beat the Blue Man Group in a blue paint fightI'm your favorite rapper's rapperRap depraved me, made meWrap my fingers 'round your sister's throatImpatience made me snap herNeck; man I'm 'bout to cash this checkI had respect a couple years agoI'm fearless, phone my dad collectMy crew? Thicker than Steinbeck novelsWe visit Milan, and do the Heimlech on models[Chorus x 2]"There's so many people who can talk and talk and talk and just sayNothing, or nearly nothing"[ Verse 2]Everbody talkin' pistols, gats; it's boringI'll flip a new topic for you: rabbit abortions(Ewwwwww) I'm a fetus's nightmareNo one can save 'em, even if Jesus was right there(beat stops)Danny!: Yo yo yo, stop the beat, hol' up hol' up hol' upEngineer: Yo, why you stoppin' son, what's good? You wasdoin' aiight!Danny!: Dog, DOG...I'm not making any sense, like, whatsoever...this shit has NO topic at all --Engineer: Man, are you crazy nigga? This joint is hot flamesson, yo this is real hip-hop...this is real hip-hop, yo your jointis hot flames son. Yo keep recording, we still recording right now(beat continues)[Verse 2]The pie-jacker, I jack pies for moneyYou niggaz is sweet, must've got baptized in honeyRockin' skirts like that bagpipe countrySpeakin' of pipes, Danny lays more pipe than aPlumber on a summer afternoonWhen I'm in the tabernacleI can make the daughter of the pastor swoonWatchin' cartoons...my alter ego is aRaccoon with a pair of shades, I call him Master P oonHey Master Poon, what'chu doin' today?"Well I was gonna do a track with youBut you went away!"Hey -- what more can I say?I can't help it that these rappin' cats is borderline gay"You mean to tell me that cats can rap too?"Never mind Master Poon, it's time for a nap soonIf I ain't the dopest on the mic then I'm the closestPneumonultramicroscopicsiliconiosis(...just a random big word, y'knowwhatImsayin'so I can sound smart!)[Chorus x 2][Verse 3]The streets is in a panicPolice need to increase the peaceEven though priests and obese people areDestined for heaven even when they get beatenI'll invite your grandfather out to Denny's and eat himMind of a psychoRhyme with my eyes closedNo piece of paper, a freak of nature with nine toesI know you nerd rappers gon' love thisI just spit a whole song and I didn't say shitI know you backpackers gon' love thisI just spit a whole song and I didn't say shitI know the underground gon' love thisI just spit a whole song and I didn't say shit[Chorus x 1]
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