Flibbertigibbit Ft. Robust
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Yeah
Yeah
Yeah!
Hey yo, the slave rain came to drop on top this
Strain my main vein rockin' from the top of my esophagus
Apocalypse Now!
I love how we're lockin' lips
So pardon me, miss
But yo - you already got your kiss
Oops!
Missed your shot -- not a pot to piss.
Ready for the feast?
Belching from the melting pot,
Belly of the beast!
Best reach me on my celly.
Knock knock -- who's there?
Machiavelli's on your block,
But it's not like you care.
Tupac's already dead, right?
And Biggie's dead.
Wrong
Head strong and jiggy,
It's a pity we can't all just get along.
Weak minded blinded sheep keep the rabbit in your headlights.
Like there's a radio that bled inside my head and helps me shed light.
Red, white, and blue cheeseburger bake the hook
But it looks like something I'd much rather regurgitate
Burn the waste
Keep the dirt in place
As the globe crams with facsimiles and circulates in a slow plan
Hey yo man.
When you rap
You lack symmetries
Stumped to stupid
Humping Cupid
Dart stuck in my heart
Until I jump to Jupiter
Something like that
Pluto's cold as hell, damnit
Well let's all scram and cram into the twelfth planet
"So rank, Ro'?" -- in your top zero
I'm not your hero
I'm just a fucking weirdo
Yo
Bad captains get capsized
Showboating blowing that steam
Gloating like a goat
In a stream of consciousness
Baptized in this folk and flow flooden soap-suddenly
All your past lives become snack-sized
Detach your eyes from the rap-servant,
Rise like taxes and crime
And laugh simultaneously
As NASA passengers fry
For trying to fly
And tattoo extraneously
Maybe it's me?
But no thanks.
Don't save me a seat.
I saw the movie, read the book.
I know what they're both saying.
Just play me a beat.
And I'ma smoke that like a junkie.
Spank my monkey,
Grand censors drenched in spunk
And I'm just a drunken punk
Ejaculating adjectives, verbs and nouns
With disturbing sounds -
And a big fat fucking dirty mouth!
So frog-lickin' and liberty and gibberish
For all of ya'll to get down with the flibbertygibbet
"So rank, Ro'?" -- in your top zero
I'm not your hero
I'm just a fucking weirdo
Yo
"Rank, Ro'?" -- in your top zero
I'm not your hero
I'm just a fucking weirdo
Thanks
It appears as though you can thank the bank for being broke
If you haven't broke the bank - there you go!
Walk the plank 8 paces - throw the blank spaces
So that it taint the globe and probe gently on all these painted faces
Bro
Jehovah sent me with an application to rap in a plastic wasteland.
In fact, I was born for the job
Of leaving these rhymes stuck in between your teeth
Like you was eating corn on the cob.
Fuckin' slob!
Probably bit more than you can masticate
Castaway - fat ass is trapped in an elastic waist band
So let's all stand and procrastinate
'til the sand evaporates
And gather to emasculate
The man that built the castle gates
Yo Eve -- how's that apple taste?
Is it sweet, Snow White?
Does it even have a taste?
Wait I think this apple bites!
Don't bite -- or do bite
And take the repercussions like it's nothing
Just grinnin' at the grim reaper
Cussin' in this Rode mic
Stuck in the percussion
And I'm pumpin' and it's so nice be precisely
What you thought I wasn't?
Wasn't
And ain't it so nice to be precisely what you thought I wasn't?
Just to put it politely
Lightly
Shit
"So rank, Ro'?" -- in your top zero
I'm not your hero
I'm just a fucking weirdo
Yo
"Rank, Ro'?" -- in your top zero
I'm not your hero
I'm just a fucking weirdo
Yo!
Take it out.