Lyrics

[Intro 1: sample] Yeah, yeah, yeah, you know. Yesterday I was down at Fulton mall, these kids trying to step to me like Def Jux wasn't doing it. I'm like, "Dawg, for one, why you stepping up to me like that? You don't even know who I am." You know, with things like... they were on some stuff like talking about El thinks he's the man, he thinks that, you know… but this dude's a straight asshole. The dude can be an asshole, he's doing his thing: he's trying to be ill. But you know, I was trying to pick my sneaks out anyway, and these kids try to step back up to me, I'm like "Dude, I'm picking out my sneakers; trying to pick out the colors or something.". And they just keep walking up, just keep saying this stuff to me. So I'm like "Yo, yo, if y'all don't back up off of me right now, yo, I promise to God, I'm like to flip my wig, straight up (straight up, straight up, straight up, straight up, straight up) [Intro 2] Hoobity blah blah, talking all hard You are now listening to the sounds of the weareallgoingtoburninhellmegamixx2 [Verse 1] This is not a concept, it's a headache with moving pictures For the hopeless droids poised on the brink of "Fuck you, mister" Settle down skipper, that's so September 10th of you I've been posting up pyrotechnics in this game just like the rest of you Doesn't explain the fanny pack of detonators And the remote-control coyote And a t-shirt that reads "Blow me" And a sign on my hotel room door that says "Bitch, you don't know me Do not enter, do not stand here, do not repeat what you have seen here" Brittle ghosts of perjury slur, I'm right here Spit on the surgery words Dirtily gurgling murderin' terms Further than fucked up We're posted at evacuation routes Where we're serving 'em hurt burgers The method is nervous This section is to be built impervious Stumblin' in the back door wrapped in tourniquets The Weathermen applaud for the droid bots in the art It's so nice to see a mongoloid savant doing his job And I tip my dome right to him But the face was slowly loosening Too proud to face my fifes on the floor, folk get used to it You're talking to a slut with a millennial strut Who biannually cuts the pie chart in his favor just enough The Aslan damage, a man who's been fan damaged The arrogant ass, I'm often off I go by, stumble the fly toner Rumble the Bumblebee kid Fade into Starscream being rattled I'm more than just confused, I'm an asshole So when you see the human snot box re-organizer, wave your little tassels And get it popping like epileptics on bubble wrap, you fucking feathers I'm an everlasting gobstopper – suck me forever [Bridge] They keep They keep Doin' it Doin' it Doin' it [Verse 2] I'm lavish in the fabric of automatic a badass shit Captured the match to the kick When the snare hits, "Oh shit" All of a singular sudden a muddy wanderer of bludgeoning fuckery Stuck in my head is ready to spit Get back mother fuckers, I got the blood of legends Pumping in flesh appendages – it's the heaviest shit I'm dusted, I'll funk cover the bust shit you're dumping on our town Surround tough love with a free jack back and black lung, bitch Dumb in love, the animal funk lust, the cannibal dumbstruck The whore Hannibal trumpeteer with a funk strut Goodie the hoodlum, bitch in the back of your noodle pudding My crew is juvenile, mushing pussy breaks Stupidly moving in breakneck The great threat, the ultimate thrill, the journey, the death march You munchkins, you gurney riders, you ought to grab In the lab, laughable bag babies sucking shit I'm loving it (I'm loving it, I'm loving it, I'm loving it, I'm loving it) [Outro] They keep They keep Doin' it Doin' it Doin' it