In a Ralph Lauren Polo, similar to a frat boy,
Looks can be deceiving, you’d never believe that I’m an android! (Android!)
I’ma wipe this bitch out like an asteroid,
Rap’s a black hole, I’ve been sent here to fill that void,
Hear the voice of Generation Y,
Way to busy to watch the clock,
Still we end up facing time,
Praying for recovery to those who’ve been raped,
Whether in the state pen, or at Penn State!
So this is the fucking reason why I voted for Obama?
In his oval office smoking weed in his pajamas,
Trillion dollar debt, add a few more commas,
Empty out my wallet put it in my baby momma’s,
Secret societies, trying to keep they eye on me,
And all this damn anxiety rob me of my sobriety,
I’ll never go down quietly, the revolution will be televised,
Broadcast live, through me!
Chorus -
Goku: Ahh!
Brad: (Power Up!)X6
I don’t give a fuck, let’s watch this bitch erupt!
Vegeta: (It’s over!)X7
Brad: (Power Up!)X6
I don’t give a fuck, let’s watch this bitch erupt!
Vegeta: It’s over 9000!
Doc Strange:
False idols, automatic rifles,
Foreign bank accounts, and hollowed out bibles,
Tools of the trade, don’t be afraid of the reaper,
Twenty-three inch rims on the Benz of a preacher,
Deeper we’re sinking into slumber, thunder
Rolls out the barrel of a gunner, [gunfire, scream]
The sleeping flock is awake, must have made a mistake,
Mass murder doesn’t happen in the great United States,
Look motherfucker, we manufacture murder,
Cooking contraband in countries that you’ve never even heard of,
Don’t be absurd, on your knees, show me the money,
Please no funny business, or this trigger I’ll squeeze!
Spreading like disease, embrace the sickness,
Crossing adversaries off our motherfucking hit list,
Through lidless eyes, we stare down the prize,
Whether loved or despised, the Cream’s gon’ rise!
I thought I told ‘em once before I came to kill it mayne!
I’m on a different level, so retarded, so insane!
I tried to quit it, but the rhythms deep inside my veins,
And every time I write shit down, it makes ‘em so amazed!
I’m up in Cali cause the weather here is so nice,
I be wrecking mics without a sweat they call me Old Spice,
Scratch ya’ head flow, pimpin’, I ain’t talking head lice,
I be with some chicks that bust it back and give me head twice!
That’s how you do it when you coming straight from Bryan, cuz!
I’m tribe city and a Vike, so fuck the Tigers, cuz!
I never trip, just do my thing, and always kill a beat,
I just bust a flow and your girl moaning say she feeling me,
I’m sorry bro, that’s how it goes when you got that flyer mode,
Ain’t into fighting, I just flight and take the higher road,
And girl he’s broke, ain’t got a thing, and plus his rims fake,
You should be embarrassed, girl his parents went to Penn State!
