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Woah Woah Woah What do you take us for? x2 I'm a phenomenon And I got to bring pain in the octagon When I want to spit game at a soccer mom I get it quicker than the left lane in the Autobahn (Fast!) Like Ramadan And I battle young padawans all the damn day I'm getting naked and I'm hopping on a wrecking ball so hot I got the mother fucker a la flambé I go to Miley's house I see that Miley's home I play Miley's ribcage with my dick like it's a xylophone Yes that was highly fucked up but my skills are highly honed And if I was highly high-fee I might be more widely known C'est la vie! Better pay my fee They kick it in Seattle in a Patagonia jacket they get it in the bay in a plain white tee Hey mami, you a P.Y.T You want to see me speak Then I go, go (go, go, go, go) Every time I get a beat I know I got to beat it up I bend it then I break it then I chop it and eat it up And PETA would never approve of the way I've been treating the music I bleed it, I bruise it, I kick it to the curb And then I'm sipping on my bourbon SongtexteI be freaking it, doing it, keeping it moving I'm picking apart the muscle when I'm thinking about the hustle but I'm nice Nice! Woah Woah Woah What do you take us for? x2 I jump the freeway median I'm savage Cause my mode is that I'm meaner than the average Like my teacher taught me when I heard the crowd applaud I thought I was a atheist until I realized I'm a god It could hurt a bit, when I murder shit In a moment I'll be tying off a tourniquet When I burn them and I hit them in the sternum I don't even got to enter but I'm going to win the tournament That's what I'm all about I do what I got to do and never going to pout And I hope that it would have been the end of it and I'm out But they never tend to give me the benefit of the doubt Ever since I was a little kid I know that I've been looking for the hot hot spotlight And if you really wonder what I think about the competition they were not not not tight I've been reading my scripture Every photo bomber want to be in my picture And you better bet I'm living every single day like it's the mother fucking Catalina wine mixer Bada bing bada boom When I walk in I'm the king of the room And I get it locked in like the king in a tomb When I spit a toxin and they cough on the fumes Cause I'm back in the nick of time And I'm attacking the fickle mind, I'm a jackal I'll rip his hide, Imma tackle him Pick a fight I be Dracula set to bite in the black of the bitter night and I'm out Poof Woah Woah Woah What do you take us for? x2 (Merci à Heisenberg pour cettes paroles) Aus Songtexte Mania