Dame Grease - Zoolander lyrics

{*scratched: "J.R. Writer"*} [Intro] Uhh, Grease, a f**in animal man I belong in the zoo with the rest of 'em J.R. Writer, DipSet let's do it man, yo [Verse 1] My mathematics smash it, I bag it pack it A packer's pa** to the crackers, the ba*tard's actin erratic A static half of a savage to have it back in they cabbage is 'matic After they had it and add it, back to the attic - f*ggot Ask I'm the baddest of baddest, gather your baddest of rampers Scrampers to clampers don't matter, half of them ba*tards I'll splatter Cap in his bladder, you'll stagger, mac to a 'matic he's platter I'll feel for 'em (slow down son you're k**in 'em) Uhh, yeah, the kid with the thunder, slip from up under The stunner, runner runner fronter, just admit I'm a gunner (blaow!) I've been itchin all summer, just a quick'll a gun ya With some sh** you couldn't pump out if you was hit wit a plunger I do this sh** cause I wanna, not to sit in a Hummer (what?) I've been sicker than Wonder, who's been sick since he was younger The game's missin its hunger, cause I'm that other flare others fear I don't wanna hear (slow down son you're k**in 'em) Cause I'mma rippity rap, rip up and rap, rip in a rap Rap in a writ, rip like a mystery pack That still rip when he rap, rippin was rap, rappin is rip No cuts, rips in my wristery wrap scrap Pic, picture me back into these cats who grill and they grill But they wouldn't do diddly jack I'm still a G, k** a G, artillery pack Bring my Biggie fiend back (slow down son you're k**in 'em) [Hook] {*scratched: "Who wanna mess with me"*} {*scratched: "Ask I'm the baddest"*} [Verse 2] Yo; I'm a menace clown listen now, I grip the pound and get it down You'll be a missin kitten and sniffin the scent of hound That leaves the ditch to found, captain is capped, blap blap f** if you new in town, you'll still get around I keep the addicts in attics while I traffic the order I done packaged the package then got it back through the border You need practice with package your stacks are stackin up shorter Crackheads say I give 'em flashbacks of Rich Porter (whoa) But I'm past that, give 'em back La**ie or daughter You can't flip a thing, you're a**-backwards with water Ask f*ggot I'm scorcher, f** your security I got cats that'll pat pat them and off ya Soon as I pa** 'em the offer they'll ditch the G Flick the flea a mystery the rest'll just be history Yeah I'm glistery, it don't have you seasick But just turn into somethin you'll be sick to see Bling blaow, rings wow, check around the ring dial Blue Smurfs, hit em where it hurts, ping pow I'm p-p-past you I'll pa** you, no cats could battle this battle With all that babble you babble, you said you pa**ed who I'll smack you You hit the gravel I'm a movin menace Youse a gimmick, get abused in the fewest minutes 1-2 I'm finished, have a group of tenants On the side yellin (slow down son you're k**in 'em) [Hook] [Outro] This is easy