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Lyrics Born
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I'm Just Raw
作詞:Daniel Nakamura, Tom Shimura
His name is (Lyrics born) And he is, as they say, wild and crazy As a composer, arranger and producer, he's exploring it all
From the furthest reaches of musical outer space To the most down to earth funk And he sounds Well, he sounds exactly like this
Nobody 'members those rap city episodes From twenty years ago when you were the guest host Past history, let it go, get off on a medical Pack a duffel bag with all your wrinkled clothes and pedal home
Get a little Dictaphone and sit alone In the middle of the room and let it flow Wouldn't it be better? If you went and chose a new career path Like a shepherd or a flight attendant on an aircraft?
You're pitiful, a polliwog, tiny fishy in a smaller pond Holding Barbie dolls and leftover beads from the Mardi Gras Actin' hella hard but that's just poppycock 'Cause inside you're hella soft like a Jolly Rancher lollipop
I'll give you cauliflower ears stupid You're weird feelin' blue on a stool somewhere Two-fisting beers at a Hofbrau, moanin' like a hot cow Cryin' on the shoulder of some old man, you met just now
I'm smarter than you, I'm harder than you I'm better than you, I'm just raw I'm hotter than you, more popular than you More clever than you and goshdarn it, people like me
I'm smarter than you, I'm harder than you I'm better than you, I'm just raw I'm hotter than you, more popular than you More clever than you and goshdarn it, people like me
Look I'm sorry, mate This is awkward, K? Little hard to say So I'll just say it
Me and your mommy date She's awfully great She's a soft seat mate She calls me late
Always wants to meet On her coffee breaks She bought me seats To Bonnie Raitt
Now there's no concrete date But she bought the ring It's Marjorie May And my stockings stink
From my foot up in your ass 'Cause you drive me absolutely batty See, I'm crabby when you get around me 更多更詳盡歌詞 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔鏡歌詞網 Tell me, who's your daddy
Call me Mister Mcaffee, your poop-deck pappy Shut your trap and get back in the backseat of the Camry Don't sass me or I'll backhand you Smack you with an axe-handle
Burn you with a wax candle, slap you with a sandle I'm tryin' to watch the rap channel Can't you tell we laugh about you? Call yourself a rapper but I gives a rat's ass about you
I'm smarter than you, I'm harder than you I'm better than you, I'm just raw I'm hotter than you, more popular than you More clever than you and goshdarn it, people like me
I'm smarter than you, I'm harder than you I'm better than you, I'm just raw I'm hotter than you, more popular than you More clever than you and goshdarn it, people like me
Why do I even bother with these hoff-brand cats? Y'all are wombats man, I'm 'bout to blow this pop stand Lyrically y'all don't compare to me in any contest Like a stealth bomber up against a Hyundai Accent
Tall-can to a shot glass, bong-hit to a contact Gary Coleman versus Big Boss Man The Loch Ness Monster up against a crawdad Talking Sly Stallone in Rocky versus Sly Stallone in Copland
Judge Judy versus Johnny Cohcran Oh man, Nell Carter versus Karen Carpenter topless Better yet, Broadband, compared to a long ass Piece of string connecting two pop cans, it's all bad
Don't quit your job at all, believe me, you'll be so glad Back hold on with both hands, it's sucks washin' sauce pans I know there's an off chance that one day hip-hop heads Will maybe feel rappers in the top-ten that cross dress
I'm smarter than you, I'm harder than you I'm better than you, I'm just raw I'm hotter than you, more popular than you More clever than you and goshdarn it, people like me
I'm smarter than you, I'm harder than you I'm better than you, I'm just raw I'm hotter than you, more popular than you More clever than you and goshdarn it, people like me
Ever since his triumphant return from his first album L.T.D. Critics are calling the brightest new star in years (Lyrics born)
(Same shit, different day) Is his new album on his own label and it's got the kind of top talent (Lyrics born) Always surrounds himself with Here's a sample of what they're raving about
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