ShadyXV歌词
I'm liable to start a violent
spark with a silent thought
I disgust you like dialogue
from The Shop to The Wired Frog
Night club, *******t,
I was taught if your CD's on fire
You had to put it out yourself
like Highland Park,
no fire department
So you might not hear sirens at all
But don't be alarmed
if I sound off
Something just ain't right with me, dawg
A martyr on a private charter,
whose life could be harder?
Widely regarded highly, bite me,
sweetheart, I'm slightly retarded
But tonight I'm starting *******t,
I'm feeling self righteous
I might just hop in a mosh pit on some
Mike Tyson and Pac *******t
Looking to box with anybody,
disorderly conduct
I'll ******* around and snort a key
and pick a fight with a locksmith
Fan of the LOX, bananas,
manic, I'm going in shock
Frantic, I'm trapped in a closet
Panic attack
cause I'm claustrophobic
No, *******,
I mean I can't maneuver
from movement
Cause I have no room for improvement
I'm practically squashed,
unpacked it and boxed it
Toxic, hands are arsenic,
flammable bars, examine the content
Bar exam, start of insanity
Charles Hamilton slash Manson and Bronson
Animal snarls, cannibal jaws
Shark mandibles,
lambs to the slaughter
Looking scamp as Hannibal stalking
Anthony Hopkins
with his hands in his pockets
Black out, Zach Galifianakis,
gallons of Vodka
But that gal has some knockers
I bet you they ring a bell
when I come back
and I'm conscious
What happened, doc?
I passed out again
Alcohol's making me
break into vacant's naked
Stole a Magnum box
and bag Cirocs in back of a Datsun
Fell asleep watching Fear Factor
and Scare Tactics
Too close to the StairMaster
Poked a hole in the air
mattress and popped it
Woke up shortly thereafter, hungover
No underwear,
grasping a Bayer Aspirin and dropped it
Air Max in my closet,
preposterous Nikes made out of ostrich
And the cross stitching is a cross mixing
Of a rhinoceros, possum skin,
giraffe and a dolphin
been Fin Dockers, OshKoshes,
drop ******es
Swatch watches and sneakers
matches with the Parkers
But it's like being overstaffed
at a boxing gym
With all these trainers,
but I don't have any boxers
And I'm standing here naked,
hangover, still wasted
Like paper you write raps on,
obnoxious
Yo, why does it always sound
like I'm grabbing my nostrils?
******* that, I'll battle 'em all,
I'll battle a mall
I'll stand there
and yell that at a wall
Until the mannequin doll scatter
and the inanimate o**ects
That I'm battering all shatter and fall
Cause I hear the track
and I'm starting to get ******* amped
I'mma spark plug,
I'm like the car
with the cables hooked up
to my ******* back, I'm a Duracell
But I sure as hell got it backwards
cause y'all could get jumped
And I'd catch the battery charge, but
I got a hunch like your back
when it's arching
When I start attacking your squadron
You'll feel like MasterCard
when I'm charging
So take a swipe at me,
I'm coming straight at you
Like Clay Matthews
from the Green Bay Packers
So get the sack of Wisconsin
That's nutbag that I'm talking,
who am I kidding?
You *******s are all gonna do my bidding
Don't get dragged to the auction
Neiman Marcus,
bags of Vuitton and all
I'll push a ******* into oncoming traffic,
just watch this
Stretched, tinted, black sedan my ass
See how mad you act
when I drop you off at Saks Fifth Ave
In a ******* taxi cab to go shopping
Affable guy next door is laughable
My next whore's gonna
have mechanical arms
That'll jack me off
with a lotion dispenser
with a motion sensor
No emotion hence
I guess this sick ******* dies hard
I got a Magic Johnson
It's like a Magic Wand allows me
to not let a blonde arouse me
If Ronda Rousey was on the couch
with the condoms out
Holding a thousand Magnums
at once to pounce me
I'll laugh in response to
how she dances and flaunts it around me
Her flat little badonkadonk
is bouncing around
And all I see is Paulie Malign now,
she's slaughterhouse in a blouse
And Madonna with mud on her,
God dammit I am misogynist
I slap Linda Ronstadt with a lobster,
throw her off a balcony
Just so happens she's fond of algae
Cause now she's faceplants on the concrete
Complete lack of responsibility
Half you *******s ain't strong
enough to pick up a spirit
*******t, you fags couldn't shoplift
at a thrift shop
But I let the track lift 'em up,
boost the energy
Klepto, I'm back to rip shop up,
but my thing is this now
Five-finger discount
Been rapping so long
I've been killing this *******t, it's easy
Kidnapping your mom
cause I'm still in this *******, thievery
Ransom for JonBenét Ramsey,
Chandra Levy, and Gary Condit
("Em") Paul was scared that
if I went back to the blonde
I might relapse, get on some bull*******t
Perhaps I'll launch some cracker
taunts at Action Bronson
Macklemore, Mac Miller and Asher Roth
And have some back and forths
And record a wack response
to Kendrick Lamar's "Control" verse
And perform "Fack" in concert
Yo, I put that *******t on a greatest hits album
Now that was awesome
It takes some massive *******
to do some *******t like that
Sometimes I have to ponder
why people are like
(I'll stick around)
And put up with my crap so long for
What's the attraction, mama?
Is it the fact that I'm a walking,
talking, actual quadruple entendre
Or the pointy nose
that's pointing at you, mama?
Who knows at this point,
it's always poking so meh
Still get along with this voice
cause that's the monster
So do-si-do with a sociopath,
everyone who knows me knows that
What they don't know is the fact Rihanna
calls me Pinocchio, meh
She loves the way I lie
Sits on my face
and waits for my nose to grow
Pathological liar,
oh, why am I such an *******
That my disguise is pants,
but they on fire
So am I-a, wooh, Cappadonna,
cut the track off
Sabotage Christmas,
crap in your stocking
I'm wrapping up all the presents
In ******* camouflage
so you can't even find 'em
Jack Santa Claus,
snap Rudolph's antlers off
Wrap his schnoz in gauze
bandage and blind him
Blowing the head gasket at Bed,
Bath and Beyond
Put the basket back
while the bath salt packets are gone, I
Know you really tired of me
sampling Billy Squier
But classic rock acid rap is the genre
Got Slash on guitar,
spla*******ng Bizarre,
Thrasher and Aerosmith
And I'm a spectacular archer,
feed count Dracula Chocula
Godzilla, half dragon and Bob Dylan
Bandwagoners,
I'm kicking the damn stragglers off
spark with a silent thought
I disgust you like dialogue
from The Shop to The Wired Frog
Night club, *******t,
I was taught if your CD's on fire
You had to put it out yourself
like Highland Park,
no fire department
So you might not hear sirens at all
But don't be alarmed
if I sound off
Something just ain't right with me, dawg
A martyr on a private charter,
whose life could be harder?
Widely regarded highly, bite me,
sweetheart, I'm slightly retarded
But tonight I'm starting *******t,
I'm feeling self righteous
I might just hop in a mosh pit on some
Mike Tyson and Pac *******t
Looking to box with anybody,
disorderly conduct
I'll ******* around and snort a key
and pick a fight with a locksmith
Fan of the LOX, bananas,
manic, I'm going in shock
Frantic, I'm trapped in a closet
Panic attack
cause I'm claustrophobic
No, *******,
I mean I can't maneuver
from movement
Cause I have no room for improvement
I'm practically squashed,
unpacked it and boxed it
Toxic, hands are arsenic,
flammable bars, examine the content
Bar exam, start of insanity
Charles Hamilton slash Manson and Bronson
Animal snarls, cannibal jaws
Shark mandibles,
lambs to the slaughter
Looking scamp as Hannibal stalking
Anthony Hopkins
with his hands in his pockets
Black out, Zach Galifianakis,
gallons of Vodka
But that gal has some knockers
I bet you they ring a bell
when I come back
and I'm conscious
What happened, doc?
I passed out again
Alcohol's making me
break into vacant's naked
Stole a Magnum box
and bag Cirocs in back of a Datsun
Fell asleep watching Fear Factor
and Scare Tactics
Too close to the StairMaster
Poked a hole in the air
mattress and popped it
Woke up shortly thereafter, hungover
No underwear,
grasping a Bayer Aspirin and dropped it
Air Max in my closet,
preposterous Nikes made out of ostrich
And the cross stitching is a cross mixing
Of a rhinoceros, possum skin,
giraffe and a dolphin
been Fin Dockers, OshKoshes,
drop ******es
Swatch watches and sneakers
matches with the Parkers
But it's like being overstaffed
at a boxing gym
With all these trainers,
but I don't have any boxers
And I'm standing here naked,
hangover, still wasted
Like paper you write raps on,
obnoxious
Yo, why does it always sound
like I'm grabbing my nostrils?
******* that, I'll battle 'em all,
I'll battle a mall
I'll stand there
and yell that at a wall
Until the mannequin doll scatter
and the inanimate o**ects
That I'm battering all shatter and fall
Cause I hear the track
and I'm starting to get ******* amped
I'mma spark plug,
I'm like the car
with the cables hooked up
to my ******* back, I'm a Duracell
But I sure as hell got it backwards
cause y'all could get jumped
And I'd catch the battery charge, but
I got a hunch like your back
when it's arching
When I start attacking your squadron
You'll feel like MasterCard
when I'm charging
So take a swipe at me,
I'm coming straight at you
Like Clay Matthews
from the Green Bay Packers
So get the sack of Wisconsin
That's nutbag that I'm talking,
who am I kidding?
You *******s are all gonna do my bidding
Don't get dragged to the auction
Neiman Marcus,
bags of Vuitton and all
I'll push a ******* into oncoming traffic,
just watch this
Stretched, tinted, black sedan my ass
See how mad you act
when I drop you off at Saks Fifth Ave
In a ******* taxi cab to go shopping
Affable guy next door is laughable
My next whore's gonna
have mechanical arms
That'll jack me off
with a lotion dispenser
with a motion sensor
No emotion hence
I guess this sick ******* dies hard
I got a Magic Johnson
It's like a Magic Wand allows me
to not let a blonde arouse me
If Ronda Rousey was on the couch
with the condoms out
Holding a thousand Magnums
at once to pounce me
I'll laugh in response to
how she dances and flaunts it around me
Her flat little badonkadonk
is bouncing around
And all I see is Paulie Malign now,
she's slaughterhouse in a blouse
And Madonna with mud on her,
God dammit I am misogynist
I slap Linda Ronstadt with a lobster,
throw her off a balcony
Just so happens she's fond of algae
Cause now she's faceplants on the concrete
Complete lack of responsibility
Half you *******s ain't strong
enough to pick up a spirit
*******t, you fags couldn't shoplift
at a thrift shop
But I let the track lift 'em up,
boost the energy
Klepto, I'm back to rip shop up,
but my thing is this now
Five-finger discount
Been rapping so long
I've been killing this *******t, it's easy
Kidnapping your mom
cause I'm still in this *******, thievery
Ransom for JonBenét Ramsey,
Chandra Levy, and Gary Condit
("Em") Paul was scared that
if I went back to the blonde
I might relapse, get on some bull*******t
Perhaps I'll launch some cracker
taunts at Action Bronson
Macklemore, Mac Miller and Asher Roth
And have some back and forths
And record a wack response
to Kendrick Lamar's "Control" verse
And perform "Fack" in concert
Yo, I put that *******t on a greatest hits album
Now that was awesome
It takes some massive *******
to do some *******t like that
Sometimes I have to ponder
why people are like
(I'll stick around)
And put up with my crap so long for
What's the attraction, mama?
Is it the fact that I'm a walking,
talking, actual quadruple entendre
Or the pointy nose
that's pointing at you, mama?
Who knows at this point,
it's always poking so meh
Still get along with this voice
cause that's the monster
So do-si-do with a sociopath,
everyone who knows me knows that
What they don't know is the fact Rihanna
calls me Pinocchio, meh
She loves the way I lie
Sits on my face
and waits for my nose to grow
Pathological liar,
oh, why am I such an *******
That my disguise is pants,
but they on fire
So am I-a, wooh, Cappadonna,
cut the track off
Sabotage Christmas,
crap in your stocking
I'm wrapping up all the presents
In ******* camouflage
so you can't even find 'em
Jack Santa Claus,
snap Rudolph's antlers off
Wrap his schnoz in gauze
bandage and blind him
Blowing the head gasket at Bed,
Bath and Beyond
Put the basket back
while the bath salt packets are gone, I
Know you really tired of me
sampling Billy Squier
But classic rock acid rap is the genre
Got Slash on guitar,
spla*******ng Bizarre,
Thrasher and Aerosmith
And I'm a spectacular archer,
feed count Dracula Chocula
Godzilla, half dragon and Bob Dylan
Bandwagoners,
I'm kicking the damn stragglers off
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