Microwave Mayo
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โฑ๏ธ 2:26 duration
๐ ID: 348229
๐ Lyrics
Chain-smoking beedies 'til his brain's broken completely
Get back on his feet, work out, and eat some Wheaties
Greedy for the cheese, please, most couldn't fathom
Had him in the cobra clutch when he spat the mad hymn
Gems, collection of brrrrrrat's, Timbs and hats
Had no time for the pitty-pat, I'll give him that
The rhythm hit him back with a right Sit off, caught a shiner, thought it was an aight look
Depends on the shades, the end of days fades
Pretenders lay in dazes on stages, Du-malaise
Eat it up, microphone, microwave mayonnaise
His own way was strange but it matters not
Tuned into a frequency tone that shattered rock
Hold it down like Shatner do Spock
Rapper jocks need to put a sock their chatterbox
The block got light of IOC stock
Folks gather round, it's no joke like "Knock, knock"
It's them, they came home to roost y'all
And watch 'em transform the game to the rules of foosball
She's too small, any questions?
Him could squeeze blood from a penny in the recession
Keep guessing, it gets deeper than depression
The power of suggestion wake a sleeper, peep the lesson
Dig that beat
Ripped it with Metal Fingers and stomped it with big fat feet
And you know what they say, cut the hay
Resistance is futile, you will be assimilated
But today it's all grey, metallic with a ruby stone
Rude like the type of dude you could write a movie on
Hardcore porn, did his own stunts
Writ his own rhymes and split his own blunts
Once in a while, every other minute
Eyes pop out, Popeye, heavy on the spinach
Steady on his business and ready with an ill pitch
Keeps a bad bilznitch like Denny Kucimilznitch
No hitch, just a shit-load of spit and sneeze
Strictly G stacking up off a rack of hidden fees
Rap is like the gay club strip tease
With hippies on the yip saying "Hey bub, grip these"
They screaming for attention
Beaming at the mention of a scary demon convention
You could cut the tension with a switchblade
And serve it on the same plate of hors d'oeuvres a witch made
Filleted, persuaded the chambermaid
To bet her paycheck on a get-naked game of spades
Straight up, no chaser, no layaways
Caution, faint taste of microwave mayonnaise
Get back on his feet, work out, and eat some Wheaties
Greedy for the cheese, please, most couldn't fathom
Had him in the cobra clutch when he spat the mad hymn
Gems, collection of brrrrrrat's, Timbs and hats
Had no time for the pitty-pat, I'll give him that
The rhythm hit him back with a right Sit off, caught a shiner, thought it was an aight look
Depends on the shades, the end of days fades
Pretenders lay in dazes on stages, Du-malaise
Eat it up, microphone, microwave mayonnaise
His own way was strange but it matters not
Tuned into a frequency tone that shattered rock
Hold it down like Shatner do Spock
Rapper jocks need to put a sock their chatterbox
The block got light of IOC stock
Folks gather round, it's no joke like "Knock, knock"
It's them, they came home to roost y'all
And watch 'em transform the game to the rules of foosball
She's too small, any questions?
Him could squeeze blood from a penny in the recession
Keep guessing, it gets deeper than depression
The power of suggestion wake a sleeper, peep the lesson
Dig that beat
Ripped it with Metal Fingers and stomped it with big fat feet
And you know what they say, cut the hay
Resistance is futile, you will be assimilated
But today it's all grey, metallic with a ruby stone
Rude like the type of dude you could write a movie on
Hardcore porn, did his own stunts
Writ his own rhymes and split his own blunts
Once in a while, every other minute
Eyes pop out, Popeye, heavy on the spinach
Steady on his business and ready with an ill pitch
Keeps a bad bilznitch like Denny Kucimilznitch
No hitch, just a shit-load of spit and sneeze
Strictly G stacking up off a rack of hidden fees
Rap is like the gay club strip tease
With hippies on the yip saying "Hey bub, grip these"
They screaming for attention
Beaming at the mention of a scary demon convention
You could cut the tension with a switchblade
And serve it on the same plate of hors d'oeuvres a witch made
Filleted, persuaded the chambermaid
To bet her paycheck on a get-naked game of spades
Straight up, no chaser, no layaways
Caution, faint taste of microwave mayonnaise
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:11.11] Chain-smoking beedies 'til his brain's broken completely
[00:13.84] Get back on his feet, work out, and eat some Wheaties
[00:16.59] Greedy for the cheese, please, most couldn't fathom
[00:18.31] Had him in the cobra clutch when he spat the mad hymn
[00:22.08] Gems, collection of brrrrrrat's, Timbs and hats
[00:24.78] Had no time for the pitty-pat, I'll give him that
[00:27.45] The rhythm hit him back with a right Sit off, caught a shiner, thought it was an aight look
[00:32.94] Depends on the shades, the end of days fades
[00:37.59] Pretenders lay in dazes on stages, Du-malaise
[00:41.14] Eat it up, microphone, microwave mayonnaise
[00:43.81] His own way was strange but it matters not
[00:46.59] Tuned into a frequency tone that shattered rock
[00:49.35] Hold it down like Shatner do Spock
[00:52.02] Rapper jocks need to put a sock their chatterbox
[00:54.72] The block got light of IOC stock
[00:57.44] Folks gather round, it's no joke like "Knock, knock"
[01:00.28] It's them, they came home to roost y'all
[01:02.94] And watch 'em transform the game to the rules of foosball
[01:05.68] She's too small, any questions?
[01:08.44] Him could squeeze blood from a penny in the recession
[01:11.14] Keep guessing, it gets deeper than depression
[01:13.89] The power of suggestion wake a sleeper, peep the lesson
[01:16.60] Dig that beat
[01:20.25] Ripped it with Metal Fingers and stomped it with big fat feet
[01:22.94] And you know what they say, cut the hay
[01:24.71] Resistance is futile, you will be assimilated
[01:27.53] But today it's all grey, metallic with a ruby stone
[01:31.16] Rude like the type of dude you could write a movie on
[01:33.85] Hardcore porn, did his own stunts
[01:35.65] Writ his own rhymes and split his own blunts
[01:38.40] Once in a while, every other minute
[01:41.16] Eyes pop out, Popeye, heavy on the spinach
[01:44.70] Steady on his business and ready with an ill pitch
[01:47.59] Keeps a bad bilznitch like Denny Kucimilznitch
[01:50.26] No hitch, just a shit-load of spit and sneeze
[01:52.98] Strictly G stacking up off a rack of hidden fees
[01:56.57] Rap is like the gay club strip tease
[01:58.32] With hippies on the yip saying "Hey bub, grip these"
[02:01.12] They screaming for attention
[02:03.87] Beaming at the mention of a scary demon convention
[02:06.56] You could cut the tension with a switchblade
[02:09.34] And serve it on the same plate of hors d'oeuvres a witch made
[02:12.97] Filleted, persuaded the chambermaid
[02:15.62] To bet her paycheck on a get-naked game of spades
[02:17.46] Straight up, no chaser, no layaways
[02:21.18] Caution, faint taste of microwave mayonnaise
[02:23.46]
[00:13.84] Get back on his feet, work out, and eat some Wheaties
[00:16.59] Greedy for the cheese, please, most couldn't fathom
[00:18.31] Had him in the cobra clutch when he spat the mad hymn
[00:22.08] Gems, collection of brrrrrrat's, Timbs and hats
[00:24.78] Had no time for the pitty-pat, I'll give him that
[00:27.45] The rhythm hit him back with a right Sit off, caught a shiner, thought it was an aight look
[00:32.94] Depends on the shades, the end of days fades
[00:37.59] Pretenders lay in dazes on stages, Du-malaise
[00:41.14] Eat it up, microphone, microwave mayonnaise
[00:43.81] His own way was strange but it matters not
[00:46.59] Tuned into a frequency tone that shattered rock
[00:49.35] Hold it down like Shatner do Spock
[00:52.02] Rapper jocks need to put a sock their chatterbox
[00:54.72] The block got light of IOC stock
[00:57.44] Folks gather round, it's no joke like "Knock, knock"
[01:00.28] It's them, they came home to roost y'all
[01:02.94] And watch 'em transform the game to the rules of foosball
[01:05.68] She's too small, any questions?
[01:08.44] Him could squeeze blood from a penny in the recession
[01:11.14] Keep guessing, it gets deeper than depression
[01:13.89] The power of suggestion wake a sleeper, peep the lesson
[01:16.60] Dig that beat
[01:20.25] Ripped it with Metal Fingers and stomped it with big fat feet
[01:22.94] And you know what they say, cut the hay
[01:24.71] Resistance is futile, you will be assimilated
[01:27.53] But today it's all grey, metallic with a ruby stone
[01:31.16] Rude like the type of dude you could write a movie on
[01:33.85] Hardcore porn, did his own stunts
[01:35.65] Writ his own rhymes and split his own blunts
[01:38.40] Once in a while, every other minute
[01:41.16] Eyes pop out, Popeye, heavy on the spinach
[01:44.70] Steady on his business and ready with an ill pitch
[01:47.59] Keeps a bad bilznitch like Denny Kucimilznitch
[01:50.26] No hitch, just a shit-load of spit and sneeze
[01:52.98] Strictly G stacking up off a rack of hidden fees
[01:56.57] Rap is like the gay club strip tease
[01:58.32] With hippies on the yip saying "Hey bub, grip these"
[02:01.12] They screaming for attention
[02:03.87] Beaming at the mention of a scary demon convention
[02:06.56] You could cut the tension with a switchblade
[02:09.34] And serve it on the same plate of hors d'oeuvres a witch made
[02:12.97] Filleted, persuaded the chambermaid
[02:15.62] To bet her paycheck on a get-naked game of spades
[02:17.46] Straight up, no chaser, no layaways
[02:21.18] Caution, faint taste of microwave mayonnaise
[02:23.46]