Buckwild - Gittin On lyrics

(Verse 1) I'm on post in the Congo In a long boat With a river guide named John Doe That is on blow Got a banjo, some bongos And a trombone Made in Taiwan from the Jawbone of a lawn gnome Man, what a combo... I've been on 'Low' since I was Banned from Tonto & Tom Jones' condo October of '94 Stompin' a mongrel Raw-doggin' while rockin my poncho in Toronto Like Doc Thompson, I'm Gonzo in the brain stem Cuz I'm locked on, like a dog's nose to a trained scent You do not wanna go craz yet On the same vet You'll end up down in your grave dead With a caved head If it makes dollars, it makes sense For a gambling man of unknown stamina Damning his own character... Trans-Canada transit with no chance Like a channel, they programmin' the show Better roll cameras I'ma put out your candle, my flow's rancor is Rancid as those flannel pajamas of yo' grandmother's I'm puffin' cannabis, jammin' to "Oh, Canada" Crammin a whole handful of grams in my smoke cannister, but "Ohh man, goddammit, he's so cagey; Crazy as heck, zany? Well, yes/no and maybe So presto, I change into fresh clothes Create my own dress code: 'Canadian Retro' Ya blame me? (CHORUS) Line's gittin' long I don't give a f**... Rhyme-spittin, on-rhythm I don't give a f**... So whatchu gittin on? Git - gittin on? What'chu gittin' on? Git - gittin' on?? Time tickin' on...I don't give a f** I am far beyond f**in' out ta lunch... So whatchu gittin on? Git - gittin, Git - gittin' on? Gittin' on deez muthaf**as, oh no! (Verse 2) I look for COMfort, but I'm COMfortable, though I used to COMpress stress, by not Admitting I'd COMmitted every single COMmon sin upon the friggin' globe I used to COMplain/come plain; now I COMe original Rhythm in my flow Sumthin like a tap drippin' Monkey-in-the-middle goin' apesh**, mad trippin... Cab sittin on the corner,meter going Up like a bo*er, while I'm waitin' on Wynona I've known her about a year or so before I boned her Her name Wynona, cuz I Ryder - well no, I rode her Vagina, slid up inside while she watchin' Oprah A shock from the varying degrees, hot to colder Police pull quarters out an okey-doke informer Holy smokes like an organ donor wit lymphoma Snoring like a motorboat; comatose, a goner I telephone a homeowner I know in Oklahoma A stoner from Kelowna couldn't mask my aroma I spaz like a polar with a bipolar molar Contract melanoma while boatin' in Sarasota The odor marijuana, cells(sells) like Motorola Rollin' oats like a bowl of granola full of Ebola Hol' up; shoulder colder than soda like Coca-Cola Known as a high-roller wit 3 strikes Like a bowler Tomato/tomato, parabola/parabola? Baloney or bologna? I couldn't say for sure, but The world's cold, so my soul's hooded like a cobra I stole a solar-powered gondola without a rower Stranded in the Atlantic alone with a can of okra Panickin' like I'm manic, I damaged the damn rotor... Land vanished to fantasy, dammit; AND I'm sober Managed to clamber ashore Can't have been any surer Like fans of Santana be Spanish and yellin' "Ola!" A four-leaf clover, since Anna was Kournikova Older than Tone Loc wit that jam in 'Ace Ventura' Stitches for snitches rollin' over like Red Rover Foldin' like a hand I planned in Texas Hold 'Em Poker, what you meeean poke 'er? I hardly know 'er My heart colder than a capo in La Cosa Nostra A cornucopian utopia, past the border Half supernova-casanova and half-amoeba I mean 'amoeba' Quick-fast, pa** it over And that's an order from upper cla** We bout to crash Like Skywalker in swamp water with Master Yoda A red-eyed Jedi who gets high and practice yoga A common misnomer/misnomer Monotone as mneumonics, but Not iconic as odysseys like, Homer's Moments ironic as a coroner with a bo*er ET phone Home-r, Simpson Like 'mission over' Listen, I'm gone fishin' in Michigan When it's open Sittin', sippin Coronas Pissin' up in the ocean Spittin' like I had 'dip' inside of my lower lip And you damn skippy I'm lammin' til October You can't move sh*t wit no transmission or motor Chickens flew the coop in a group Like a school of grouper Wit numerous new maneouvers that's proven To smooth it over I'm bare-white(bear white) like Rupert Troopin' to new unkowns With stupid duffuses... Who approved of this hocus-pocus? I'm as super-duper with pooperscoopers as supersoakers Stoopin' to newer lows than anybody before Like I'm superglued to a hula-hoop of emotion... Moves fruitless as Rubiks Cubes when they're broken 3-by-3 - somethin' like sudoku But it's hopeless Toodle-doo, I'm beamin' up through the roof A dreamer wit nickel-beavers, a litre o' Moody Blues As keen as a new ginsu with Deep, serated teeth I'll keep on makin' beats go *BEEP* *BOOPITY-BOOP* I'm deep in Fruity's loops, a Pro at usin' ACID, see I'm,Able-a-ton, I'm, full of Audacity Go be a martyr My plan is to dismantle The panel by cuttin' samples deeper Than evil barbers, *uhn* Hissin' kittens go missin' like Jimmy Hoffa Spittin, poppin and sizzlin Flippin like Benihana Sittin in odd positions in kitchens wit Mr. Rogers Swimmin' in cinnamon-drizzled Women with Willy Wonka Huh, you really for really? cuz, how I'm feelin I'm still as ill as a pill from a filthy favela doctor Chillin within a village of villains Who k** imposters 9-Milli for spillin your melon of all its' contents I'm, lyrically thrill-k**in like Philly mobsters Still fillin' rosters fuller than Prima donnas Or frilly Madonnas Ain't no tellin' what fresh Hell Is awaitin; to Hell with Satan - like I'm agnostic An anvil, we can't fully acknowledge Will of an animal A pair of gills, evolving Grill up a million dollar bills and feel accomplished Sick of all of these so-called 'brilliant' melodramas Built like Silverback gorillas To deal with silly b**hes who still Insist sh** like Amityville is haunted You bottom-billin, you can't be the illest artist Rappin all f**in' antsy: Andy Milonakis Bambi-slash-pansy/Bam-Bam and Betty Can't stand a preppie in Tan pants and plenty of Grand-Am obsessing *BLAM-BLAM* - I'm ready to transplant And sever your pineal gland You better stand stiller than stone Pray my hand's steady Won't matter anyways You was damaged already Dancin, takin chances, grandstandin' heavy On the fact I go HAM like Grand Slams at Denny's You visitin' tan stands, get man-tans And then expand your Get Readys To mani's and pedi's? Yo, come on... Alright alright alright, already I'm back to business like Gyp Rosetti And Steve Buscemi And as far as bein' petty I'm hardcore for pennies I want Moore(more) like Demi So gimme your f**ing Emmy Eating No-Name-brand spaghetti In Eddie's Chevy As ready as ever, heavily redolent Of the Remy My men are benevolent A maleficent new maleovolence Reverence evident in whichever devils I ready (CHORUS) Line's gittin' long I don't give a f**... Rhyme-spittin, on-rhythm I don't give a f**... So whatchu gittin on? Git - gittin on? What'chu gittin' on? Git - gittin' on?? Time tickin' on...I don't give a f** I am far beyond f**in' out ta lunch... So whatchu gittin on? Git - gittin, Git - gittin' on? Gittin' on deez muthaf**as, whats up??? Gittin on deez muthaf**as Whats up? Whats up?