Suplexes Inside of Complexes and Duplexes
This is madness
This is an outrage
As a matter of fact this is outrageous
Yeah young sire slap the f*ck out Jon Cryer
Rough rider raw bust inside a vagina
Like I want kids my head continues to be haunted
I burn a city down while I'm unconscious baby go on
Take some quaaludes conversate with Jesus
Batting practice with the motherf*cking ghost of Babe Ruth
Do as a saint do turn painful to graceful
Devil on my trails I'm trying to find the Holy Grail
*Coughing* Right there
And if Mars is the farthest that man has set his target
Then I don't know why I even started
I'm sick of being too nice to people who don't do **** but consume light
Told myself "F*ck the world kid just do what you like"
Go and have a food fight start yourself a new life
You're too bright to be inside a bunch of mediocrity
But all those big words ain't gonna get you paid
And those abstract ideas for sure won't get you laid
You got it made in that mad house
What the f*ck you got to be sad about Go ahead and rap now
Do what you do best I mean
That's what you do best matter fact motherf*cker
You suit vest you need to buy a new dress
I heard you and your girl live in a duplex
I'ma put her ass in a Suplex the sun east the moon west
You got a clue what does a clue get
Nothing
My milk and honey my chérie-chérie amore
My Cinderella in her carriage by the doorway
Her ruby slipper made the wizard send the scarecrow
And the lion through the forest
To the wicked witch's fortress where she scorched them in the foreplay
Remember that He said he'd fight the box to see the wizard
When he was visited by Dorothy who came here on a blizzard
Now the whole world's in color still
How Auntie Em was next of kin and not her mother
Real her face was care-worn
I suspected she migrated to Kansas up from Dearborn
And had beef with Mrs Gulch since the very beginning of Year One
Mr Candyman the parables parabolic
The poetry's like the poems and songs of Ecclesiastes
Lightning should strike the stone and then Moses should make a tablet
The Judge will bang the wood up in parliament with the mallet
And yell "Hear hear" finally some order to this rap ****
Finally some sort of water to soil these cracked lips
I keep my **** crispy and elegant
So miss me with the irrelevant the god body is heaven-sent
The hard-body is reverence since the son of Byford
Brother of Fal every rhyme's halal
Every line is kosher livin' la vida loca
Shout out to Tony Toca we livin' how we supposed to
Suplexes Inside of Complexes and DuplexesLRC歌词
[00:00.74]This is madness
[00:04.18]This is an outrage
[00:05.54]As a matter of fact this is outrageous
[00:08.00]
[00:10.81]Yeah young sire slap the f*ck out Jon Cryer
[00:14.85]Rough rider raw bust inside a vagina
[00:17.27]Like I want kids my head continues to be haunted
[00:20.40]I burn a city down while I'm unconscious baby go on
[00:23.57]Take some quaaludes conversate with Jesus
[00:26.18]Batting practice with the motherf*cking ghost of Babe Ruth
[00:29.31]Do as a saint do turn painful to graceful
[00:31.91]Devil on my trails I'm trying to find the Holy Grail
[00:34.67] *Coughing* Right there
[00:38.02]And if Mars is the farthest that man has set his target
[00:41.17]Then I don't know why I even started
[00:43.09]I'm sick of being too nice to people who don't do **** but consume light
[00:46.90]Told myself "F*ck the world kid just do what you like"
[00:49.76]Go and have a food fight start yourself a new life
[00:52.39]You're too bright to be inside a bunch of mediocrity
[00:55.24]But all those big words ain't gonna get you paid
[00:58.11]And those abstract ideas for sure won't get you laid
[01:01.12]You got it made in that mad house
[01:03.49]What the f*ck you got to be sad about Go ahead and rap now
[01:07.15]Do what you do best I mean
[01:09.95]That's what you do best matter fact motherf*cker
[01:13.20]You suit vest you need to buy a new dress
[01:15.53]I heard you and your girl live in a duplex
[01:17.79]I'ma put her ass in a Suplex the sun east the moon west
[01:21.01]You got a clue what does a clue get
[01:23.84]Nothing
[01:24.34]
[01:33.56]My milk and honey my chérie-chérie amore
[01:35.74]My Cinderella in her carriage by the doorway
[01:39.13]Her ruby slipper made the wizard send the scarecrow
[01:41.78]And the lion through the forest
[01:43.22]To the wicked witch's fortress where she scorched them in the foreplay
[01:45.65]Remember that He said he'd fight the box to see the wizard
[01:48.47]When he was visited by Dorothy who came here on a blizzard
[01:51.72]Now the whole world's in color still
[01:53.51]How Auntie Em was next of kin and not her mother
[01:55.93]Real her face was care-worn
[01:57.62]I suspected she migrated to Kansas up from Dearborn
[02:00.35]And had beef with Mrs Gulch since the very beginning of Year One
[02:03.66]Mr Candyman the parables parabolic
[02:05.91]The poetry's like the poems and songs of Ecclesiastes
[02:08.53]Lightning should strike the stone and then Moses should make a tablet
[02:11.65]The Judge will bang the wood up in parliament with the mallet
[02:14.46]And yell "Hear hear" finally some order to this rap ****
[02:17.51]Finally some sort of water to soil these cracked lips
[02:21.23]I keep my **** crispy and elegant
[02:23.25]So miss me with the irrelevant the god body is heaven-sent
[02:25.93]The hard-body is reverence since the son of Byford
[02:28.93]Brother of Fal every rhyme's halal
[02:31.62]Every line is kosher livin' la vida loca
[02:34.53]Shout out to Tony Toca we livin' how we supposed to
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