My Forehead

Lyrics

[Intro: Ouija Macc] "What is that I see? It's a forehead, comin' over the horizon. That ain't a forehead; that's a more-head. Bump your nugget every time you walk through the door-head." [Verse 1: Violent J] Here he comes, big forehead boy, fuck y'all The biggest you ever saw, they call me the wall When I arrive, suddenly you at the drive-in I got a ocean of forehead, dive in This ain't a case of receding hairline Wanna see mine? It's up there, climb Take my ears, they double as elevators To have the biggest anything mean hella haters From temple to temple, the length is insane Thirty-four days on a bullet train Space great for this? Not any other World land speed record? Burn rubber 'Bout to give a seminar, prepare the reel Show your charts on my forehead and seal the deal It's big 'cause it's packed with brains I'm smothered in smarts like my dick is smothered in Hanes [Chorus: Ouija Macc] That's no forehead, that's a five Jump off that bitch, you can die Twelve feet tall when he layin' on his side (Yeah) Step up, headbutt homicide (Boom) Big-ass forehead You could build a city on your head When you go to sleep, it need its own bed Mama gave birth, now she gone, dead [Verse 2: Violent J] I bust through walls, forehead first Like Kool-Aid Man, quench my thirst For knowledge, my brain weighs down my spine I'll read seventeen books at the same time Photograph it? You need four photographs Forehead bigger than a horse's ass That's no hat, ho, that's snow Climbers missing? So the fuck what, though Ear to ear, nose tip to back I'm solid skull, bitch, that's a fact My actual brain no bigger than a Tic Tac Located tip of my dick cap Like I'm givin' you brains when I hit that I'm hard-headed and quick to admit that Sit back, let a bonehead slip that Your shit crack, I'm quick to scat, who did that? [Chorus: Ouija Macc] That's no forehead, that's a five (That's a five) Jump off that bitch, you can die (Whoa) Twelve feet tall when he layin' on his side Step up, headbutt homicide (Boom) Big-ass forehead Night of the 44-head (Forehead) Boy, you ain't gettin' no heads (No) 'Cause we all gon' die, you get mo' head [Skit] "Oh, shit." "Yeah, let me get that Detroit fitted in a twenty-four." "Size twenty-four?" "Yeah." "We ain't got nothin' that big." "What you mean you don't have a twenty-four? You says you got all sizes." "We only go to an eight, sir." "I need it for my big head, not my dick head." "That forehead's big and tall. You should try in there." "Well, fuck you then." [Verse 3: Shaggy 2 Dope & Violent J] I've known Joe Bruce my whole life, bitch, bet And ain't used to that forehead yet How can that big bone not mean trouble? Lookin' like a frog's neck blowin' a bubble Children run, it's two grown adults Somehow his forehead gots its own pulse My boy looks like his fuckin' head is pregnant He gets shooed off like a deformed vagrant And I laugh, but his forehead's no joke How's he even support it with a turkey's throat? Would it pop if I gave it a poke? I go for broke "Ah! Fuck you doin'?" Nope! His face and forehead, that must be somethin' Livin' life lookin' like two hippos fuckin' At least he can get paid whatever the case Rent your forehead for billboard space [Chorus: Ouija Macc] That's no forehead, that's a five (That's a five) Jump off that bitch, you can die Twelve feet tall when he layin' on his side (Ha) Step up, headbutt homicide (Boom) Big-ass forehead (Forehead) Got that miracle grow-head (Grow) Can't tell you shit you don't know-head (Ha) Thinkin' too hard, it exploded [Outro: Ouija Macc] "Ha ha ha ha. Boy, that ain't a forehead. That's a Black Rob 'Whoa!'-head. Oversized load, you might be drivin' slow-head. Every night, your pillow like oh no-head."