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Eatin' Captain Crunch for lunch, don't get your panties in a bunch Shorty passed out, he coulda put the whammy in the punch Had he a hunch, he could get set up like one Cosby Slidin' off of three snowflakes like Tom Bosley Remember Charlie's Angels? They had to make some changes Three broads will burn us, these dames could gets dangerous Dude you never see will forever remain nameless Two of them things black, the last one's stainless Don't deal with the devil on a deep level They see metal and sound off like a tea kettle Blow the spot up lovely With no reference to skin color, God don't like ugly Wise man once said not to showboat And treat the yacht the same way as a rowboat The snakes'll hang theyself with they own rope And watch a jewel transform to a known quote All I'm tryna do is just make mine Why a sideline rider and tryna take mine? 'Cause I shine like the sun, broad day time Puttin' facts to the claps and the bassline All I'm tryna do is just make mine Why a sideline rider and tryna take mine? 'Cause I shine like the sun, broad day time Puttin' facts to the claps and the bassline SongtexteIt's Mary Poppin' y'all, shout to Michael Rooker You with a mic is like a eunuch with a hooker Pressure (pressure pressure) cooker My confusion's organize, I'm the lord of light Yandu with an arrow's like Eso with the cordless mic Flow holy, no gospel trap, writin' like Michael Crichton put the rap in Velocirap-tor, or I hit you like a trap-door, when it rains it pours No mental strains, but I stick out like Kurt Angle's temple veins You got an empty brain, enter in my lane It takes balls like a gender change, people talkin' out they ass Check for the double-cross like 2Chainz at Sunday mass Hit you with the belly to belly, the suplex Off the roof of the duplex, willin' to group text With Steely Dan, Groot, fuckin' baby Groot The ghost of Dave Brubeck, Alex Trebek, and Boba Fett, who's next? All I'm tryna do is just make mine Why a sideline rider and tryna take mine? 'Cause I shine like the sun, broad day time Puttin' facts to the claps and the bassline All I'm tryna do is just make mine Why a sideline rider and tryna take mine? 'Cause I shine like the sun, broad day time Puttin' facts to the claps and the bassline Aus Songtexte Mania