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Whoa Whoa Whoa

Woah Woah Woah

What do you take us for... x2


I'm a phenomenon

And I got to bring pain in the octagon

When I want to spit game at a soccer mom

I get it quicker than the left lane in the Autobahn (Fast!)

Like Ramadan

And I battle young padawans all the damn day

I'm getting naked and I'm hopping on a wrecking ball so hot I got the mother fucker a la flambé

I go to Miley's house

I see that Miley's home

I play Miley's ribcage with my dick like it's a xylophone

Yes that was highly fucked up but my skills are highly honed

And if I was highly high-fee I might be more widely known

C'est la vie!

Better pay my fee

They kick it in Seattle in a Patagonia jacket they get it in the bay in a plain white tee

Hey mami, you a P.Y.T

You want to see me speak

Then I go, go (go, go, go, go)

Every time I get a beat I know I got to beat it up

I bend it then I break it then I chop it and eat it up

And PETA would never approve of the way I've been treating the music

I bleed it, I bruise it, I kick it to the curb

And then I'm sipping on my bourbon

I be freaking it, doing it, keeping it moving

I'm picking apart the muscle when I'm thinking about the hustle but I'm nice

Nice!


Woah Woah Woah

What do you take us for... x2


I jump the freeway median I'm savage

Cause my mode is that I'm meaner than the average

Like my teacher taught me when I heard the crowd applaud

I thought I was a atheist until I realized I'm a god

It could hurt a bit, when I murder shit

In a moment I'll be tying off a tourniquet

When I burn them and I hit them in the sternum

I don't even got to enter but I'm going to win the tournament

That's what I'm all about

I do what I got to do and never going to pout

And I hope that it would have been the end of it and I'm out

But they never tend to give me the benefit of the doubt

Ever since I was a little kid I know that I've been looking for the hot hot spotlight

And if you really wonder what I think about the competition they were not not not tight

I've been reading my scripture

Every photo bomber want to be in my picture

And you better bet I'm living every single day like it's the mother fucking Catalina wine mixer

Bada bing bada boom

When I walk in I'm the king of the room

And I get it locked in like the king in a tomb

When I spit a toxin and they cough on the fumes

Cause I'm back in the nick of time

And I'm attacking the fickle mind, I'm a jackal

I'll rip his hide, Imma tackle him

Pick a fight I be Dracula set to bite in the black of the bitter night and I'm out

Poof


Woah Woah Woah

What do you take us for... x2


Fuente: www.musicafusion.com


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