HOT SH!T 4EVA

Lyrics

Hot shit, foreva Hot shit, oh! Alright Hot shit foreva! Woo, woo, woo Hot shit, yeah! Foreva! Yeah, yeah, yeah Hot shit, foreva Hot shit, oh! Alright Hot shit foreva! Woo, woo, woo Hot shit, yeah! Foreva! Yeah, yeah, yeah This is not hip-hop Who let that beat drop? Who dropped the beat? That wasn't me I been making music since I was 3 Writing rhymes since I's a teen Day of LL, Fatboys, Run DMC Later Public Enemy Recorded my first demo, "Masters of the Universe" in a karaoke mall booth Hadn't even got me last adult tooth yet To tell the truth, pet But that's youth, Brett They grab ahold and do without a clue Hot shit, hot shit Hot shit, foreva Hot shit, oh! Alright Hot shit foreva! Woo, woo, woo Hot shit, yeah! Foreva! Yeah, yeah, yeah Hot shit, foreva Hot shit, oh! Alright Hot shit foreva! Woo, woo, woo Hot shit, yeah! Yeah, yeah When I get an A for thinking It's not like I did anything I was like, "Kafoolduboppylee duffle Kafoolduboppylee duffle!" I said, "Kafoolduboppylee duffle" They said, Hot shit, yeah" I was like, "not hot yet" I was just getting started Building this mechanized heart of gold Just wait till I'm old That shit will unfold Splendiferously bubbling with butterfly shoulders And trousers of cloud unfurling Like they plowed the sky with giant horse drawn jacuzzis on maximum spin You win, my twin, let it begin, ain't no sin, just dive in, let it begin You win, my twin, let it begin, ain't no sin, just dive in, let it begin, my friend Hot shit, foreva Hot shit, oh! Alright Hot shit foreva! Woo, woo, woo Hot shit, yeah! Foreva! Yeah, yeah, yeah I'm seeing double Troubled inside Thoughts collide A husband and bride Full of narcissistic pride How far is this ride? I wanta get off I hack and cough I'm actin' rough I puff my chest and raise my shoulders up I ain't no pup, I am a dog I poop a log The bane of Paul Bunyan The rain that made you run in The pain that put your thumb in Your mouth is always running But not a word of it is cunning It's like drool from a fool Forming a pool atop the Bunyan stool I sometimes think it sounds like a muppet singing "Kafoolduboppylee duffle, Kafoolduboppylee duffle!" Hot shit, foreva Hot shit, oh! Alright Hot shit foreva! Woo, woo, woo Hot shit, yeah! Foreva! Yeah, yeah, yeah Hot shit, foreva Hot shit, oh! Alright Hot shit foreva! Woo, woo, woo Hot shit, yeah! Foreva! Yeah, yeah, yeah