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Yeah, HI-DEAS 5, you are prolly sick of me by now For real though, you are prolly sick of me Woah, woah, woah Church, Church, Church, Church Six 50 gallon drums, fill them mugs up at the CO-OP Make three of 'em scratch, feed the other three all corn I hold it down like Yellow straps, automatic in my zone I RHEC shit, but I won't break not body parts at AutoZone But you gonna need an arm and leg, like you escaped the Zodiac And crawled your halfass ass back home and made it to your funky steps Then got ran over by a taxi cab that don't exist 'Cause hipster kids with hipster friends do hipster shit "I was vloggin' on my Uber shift" Then totally like hit this kid, then when I grabbed my rear-view mirror It looked like Master Splinter was pullin' it into the fuckin' sewer system River, river, river rat, river rat-saurus-rex I'm like who the fuck is that? I'm just kiddin' I don't look back School y'all hoes don't touch my backpack, no textbook, I make my own maps I'm Christopher Columbu-Church, I set sail and set eyes on icecaps New horizon's where my minds at, my DNA has had wire taps Took shrooms then murder cow then ended up with a jug of milk in a motherfuckin' space ship I-I-I what the fuck? Where's the Hershey's syrup boy? I know I'm transparently white, but I still like a little bit of chocolate son Bitch I'm Vanilla Ice, Ice Babyface Nelson SongtexteCornbread fed ain't a fuckin' thing you can tell me Moonwalkin' in the mesosphere, Beats headphones taped to my ears Blarin' a 2000's beat, then Y2K my engineer Bl-ble-bl-ble-bl-ble over the system when I function Mumble rappers brain cells are in the negative with the dumbos They like yah, yah, yah, roll that shit, I flip the shit, I did the drill You sound like you dipped your face in Elmer's glue kindergarten kid You can follow me if you want your lyrics chiseled in hieroglyphics I'm flyer than a hang glider on a cliff with infinite wind bitches And I'll put you on crutches from gettin' trucks sticked in a mud pit Make your nuts seem more bald than Michael Phelps' fuckin' armpits You can dive down deep to my underground depth My holy water the darkest petroleum jelly yourself The Polar Bear Club ain't even accepted by me The last time the ice age happened I thought of a rhyme and made the fuckin' dinosaurs extinct No comet! I don't gotta be a comet through the universe to vibe I'm convinced that Willie, Waylon, and Johnny can travel time Go listen to Highwaymen, yeah these people think I'm crazy Interviewers leave my house because the ghost be in their faces But it's only when I'm talkin' music, ask Matt 'bout the missin' footage Ask Bri 'bout how I can use my mind to cut the lights off homie If I go missin' the Men in Black done picked me up But they better have a blunt inside that flashy thing son Alright, come here, look straight, right here, alright hold still [*Neuralyzer sound*] Ahh god damn motherfucker, that's my fuckin' eyes What? Uh, you still remember? Of course I fuckin' remember dick, I'm the one who made that fuckin' thing Let me see it, alright you hold still Alright [*Neuralyzer sound*] Who are you? Hehe, I'm Church, buddy (Church) Aus Songtexte Mania