Supervillian Music Songtext
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Come and listen to a jerk talkin' about how hard he works
Come and be a flirt
I'm an expert
You can wipe off this smirk
Do you like rap well it so happens I'm so ballin'
What I mean is between you and me there's a gap
Don't fall in
What a funny way to approach music I must be stopped
You got your eye on the top, I dropped to the bottom of the pops
Harmony's French but the melancholy melodies are so Slavic
Come and be a flirt
I'm an expert
You can wipe off this smirk
Do you like rap well it so happens I'm so ballin'
What I mean is between you and me there's a gap
Don't fall in
What a funny way to approach music I must be stopped
You got your eye on the top, I dropped to the bottom of the pops
Harmony's French but the melancholy melodies are so Slavic
Whether I rap fast or slow the rap flows poly-syllabic
From the minute I'm awake
It's a great day to get this cake
Polishing a mix tape
Let me fixate
On a flow of 6/8
I'm a lot of things but a left wing singer song writer I'm not
I'm a lot of things but a left wing singer song writer I'm not
Let's smoke all that yeah
We can hang around
Like a ball sack
Get higher than a top hat, on top of a rather tall chap
A cyborg version of George Gershwin
I'm a tin pan fan
Famous in Paris, I'm embarrassed because I can't can-can
No way no how
I could never dissappoint a crowd,my God
I just play what they want
Like a jukebox or an iPod Write a song here, play a show there
Wanna tell my Dad "So there"
Now that I got what I want
I'll be honest: I'm so scared
It's all downhill from a spot you always thought you deserved
It's getting on my nerves everywhere that I go, music nerds
You're out of dumb questions because the song has them all answered
You're out of smart questions because the song has them all answered
So come and listen to a schmuck talk about about a bunch of random stuff
And if you've had enough
If you've made it this far, call my bluff
I'm light years ahead of all these other entertainers sitting right here
See, you're not what you think because you drink and you're breath stinks like beer
Here's a little riddle in the race to the middle
Who's mediocre?
I'm cult if I want it
Culture, I would eat a yoghurt
Let me show you how to beef
You can even chow down all the whole cow
Got a mouth
From the minute I'm awake
It's a great day to get this cake
Polishing a mix tape
Let me fixate
On a flow of 6/8
I'm a lot of things but a left wing singer song writer I'm not
I'm a lot of things but a left wing singer song writer I'm not
Let's smoke all that yeah
We can hang around
Like a ball sack
Get higher than a top hat, on top of a rather tall chap
A cyborg version of George Gershwin
I'm a tin pan fan
Famous in Paris, I'm embarrassed because I can't can-can
No way no how
I could never dissappoint a crowd,my God
I just play what they want
Like a jukebox or an iPod Write a song here, play a show there
Wanna tell my Dad "So there"
Now that I got what I want
I'll be honest: I'm so scared
It's all downhill from a spot you always thought you deserved
It's getting on my nerves everywhere that I go, music nerds
You're out of dumb questions because the song has them all answered
You're out of smart questions because the song has them all answered
So come and listen to a schmuck talk about about a bunch of random stuff
And if you've had enough
If you've made it this far, call my bluff
I'm light years ahead of all these other entertainers sitting right here
See, you're not what you think because you drink and you're breath stinks like beer
Here's a little riddle in the race to the middle
Who's mediocre?
I'm cult if I want it
Culture, I would eat a yoghurt
Let me show you how to beef
You can even chow down all the whole cow
Got a mouth
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