Pez ‘N’ Six

Lyrics

[Intro: PEZ] Uh, yo Some people seem to think that we're arrogant Well, you're right [Verse 1: PEZ] Shit, I rock ridiculous bling I made this shit at home on my own with some glitter and string Plus I rock Cheezels on all my fingers as rings Stole a granny's wheelchair and got it fitted with rims Then I got a sound system, hooked it to the seat Now my walker has to push me to the beat (Do it) Plus we're so famous I got my own stalker I hate to speak, I've even got my own talker Stunt doubles, I got three on pay Fuck performing, this isn't even me on stage (nah) I don't record either, shook by the choice Sixty does the vocals and just puts on a voice (What? It's true) So who's heard of that Xzibit guy? I took a trolley to his house and told him, "Pimp my ride" If he didn't then my fists would fly Mess his face up so bad even his fish would cry To pick up girls, I just say that we're rappers Ask 'em out to dinner then I take 'em to Maccas (Too cheap) If the bitch complains then I'll flip raw dude But it doesn't bother me 'cause then I get more food (Yes) And fuck hip-hop, I only started rhyme So I can go on Oz Idol and fuck Marcia Hines (That's it, bend over) And half my lines, cats question aloud 'Cause I choose my worst rhymes and leave the best ones out (That's how we do) [Interlude: 360 & PEZ] Ah, PEZ, man Ah, that-that's the chorus, dude Are you gonna do a chorus, man? Ah, nah, man Fuck a hook, all right [Verse 2: 360] Uh, it's Sixty Cent, the vocal bastard Rockin' fake bling from your local market Smokin' grass until we're chokin' hard And I'll smile with gold teeth in my open casket Always on the list for V.I.P. And these stupid motherfuckers wanna see I.D.? Bitch, everyone in here wants to be like me Plus we don't pay to travel, 'cause we fly free I never catch the train, babies reek If I did I'd have my own allocated seats In pinstriped suits, we dine in class Our drinks make my [?] taste like wine from casks And my butcher's got the nicest arse I've got diamonds in my rings made from fibreglass I need a shit, but I got tired arms So I'll pay a motherfucker to wipe my arse Yo, I'm tight with money, I may be Jewish I don't like to talk, so I can save my fluids Fuck Bec Cartwright in front of Lleyton Hewitt And tell him Mark Philippoussis made me do it I don't watch O.C. on a Tuesday night I got the whole cast at my house to do the play live Send the bitches to my mattress, hop on Make 'em tell me that I'm rappin' hot songs And fuck the faggots from Saturn dot com I only fuck bitches with platinum condoms (ha ha) So fuck off if I'm not arrogant I'm so arrogant that I don't even have to rhyme