Pop Up

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Lord Goat] Detergent Lord, washin' bricks, self service Like Weird Al, I'm dipped in all green like a surgeon Make crews nervous, look at the camera laughin' like Mr. Roper We sold your sister brown tar, she a dope smoker Push juice to Melle Mel, bottle under the toaster My face in the post office, on the wall is the poster Bo Derek chicks in corn rows on the sofa Y'all pussy like tofu cats that watch Oprah Small time, like a midget grippin' the pistol My custard's all young bitches in love with the crystal Sluts like White Kendra, take her arm in the source plant Like Bad Lieutenant, pullin' over mommies on off-ramps It's the meat locker, baby Iceman, make a corpse dance This beat like a slaughterhouse the altar when I call fans Keep the grip with the bananas on These new cats are just pussies on Xanax when the cameras on Hey yo, my plug threw it all in the sin sack Like Black Flag, throwin' TV parties with 6-packs You on stage in your man's jersey You never pop up, ya scared to get your hands dirty Pop up Gore, I'll pop you with your pop-up store You get mopped up and shot with the Mossberg, raw! [Bridge: ILL BILL] Check it! Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo! [Verse 2: ILL BILL] Billy Bolero, get dinero with pistol holder The Pyrex hiss like a cobra when I whip the yola Sizzle then pop, the smoke from the pistol is hot Blow crystals off the nipples of thots The hottest shit they could ever say, I already said And said it better on a better beat, again and again My llamas eat you like piranhas, leave you armless Chop you up like shawarma or chopped cheese in Harlem I love this garden like Mafia Harvard Like NYU for goons, like college for Spartacus Grab a seat, open a book, won't hurt you to look and listen kid Matter of fact you might learn somethin' quick Pop up raw, with Gore at your pop-up store You get mopped up and shot with the Mossberg, whore!