ENTREPRODUCERS - 58 Names (prod. by The Entreproducers) lyrics

[Verse: Acumental] I'm the King of cool like Steve McQueen, watching Pete & Pete on the TV screen We smoke Green no Cee-Lo, facing a blunt Term and Ac get roasted like Franco and Trump Yeah I master curriculum, cats get Jacked for a Nickel-son Ac don't pa** for no simpleton, in fact I feel like a New-man, Paul Thomas Anderson, my acumen is too damn tall I'm Johnny Carson meets Donny Darko meets Dolly Parton and the cop from Fargo Taking a bite outta life like Mikey. Somebody tell Kiara that I do this on the Knightley It's Cool Hand Luke, not John Picard. Walk so hard it caught Dewey off his guard Quarterback in the longest yard, you wanna make Bale? (Christian) Then holler at the Warden Jack. I get high as Josh Howard in the offseason A bong chiefin' hooligan with eyes like a Hawke, Ethan Roll a Blunt, Emily. Known to puff heady weed Steadily I'm nasty as a coconut jellybean Pour Henny till I'm floored. Give me Moore Demi, said give me Moore Jay I'm Martin Scorsese. Hop in the Ford Betty ride the brake I'm Lively, Blake, wild as a tiger snake I bring the Bacon, Kevin, Spacey in seven Race through your head like I'm J.G. Levitt Got broad appeal. Make it hot like a sauna feel So call me, we'll have a Ball, Lucile Your man got a hasty heart like Ron Reagan I'm Tom Hagen, sly like a Fox, Megan Pummel kids down, turn it up a bit louder Rhyme all day, till the 25th hour I'm not Ed Norton but I Rock-well, Norman Yo, this is how we do it, Montel Jordan I be that weed breathin' creep, yeah I'm a King Stephen, I'm a King B.B It's a dream, weave it Acid head, never stop dancin' Ted Roaming past the vet, leading the coven I write from dust to dawn so call me Tarantino At the fair with Anna Faris on a Ferris wheel I'm Slick Rick, James Dean, Martin Lawrence Call me Doris cause I've got heart Delores Oh, people love it Lyle, I get drunk and dial 911 for a chuckle like a f**ing child Never bugging out, do the right thing Got 48 bars, dropped 58 names so you not Worthy (James) Hellboy like Ron Pearlman. Record my rant and I'm out like Don Sterling