Eric Guerrero - That 70s Song lyrics

[Verse 1: Eric G] Hair great, hair straight from the 70s Smells good, real good b**h you're smelling me I'm almighty Jim Carrey, Steve Carrel and me Listen kittens we're spitting. We're a hot pan with hella grease I'm deep, thin, full of wishes. No one well as me. No one flow well as me Oh you're telling me hip hops dead but I'm a necrophiliac No son! Turn it off! You don't want to be hearing that! I'm your worst nightmare. I don't really rap I just really really wish that someone would bring Heelys back I really really wish that someone would bring Heelys back I think they're cool, I think they're b**hing! I'm still, in fact, the rap king crushing you like putty No silly rap. Dating beats. Feeling Tracks Feeling me. Feeling Whack [Verse 2: Eric G.] Hair great, hair straight from the 70s Smells good, real good b**h you're smelling me I'm almighty Jim Carrey, Steve Carrel and me Listen kittens we're spitting. We're a hot pan with hella grease You like Drake? I like Drake! I like your energy I'm the elegant centerpiece of music and melodies All I'm telling is legacies, k**ing it is my tendency I bet your sweating me because I'm set at heavenly I rip mics, chew up rappers, it's my appetite My flow fornicates with your neurons, f** what you have in mind If you don't see greatness, then you're probably blind I can't rap in public. His spit outa be a crime [Bridge: Eric G] This tongue of mine is on the run I come with rhymes, I find it fun to stun the minds of young and old And dumb and wise, it's my demise to split the lips of these punk rappers s** my dick, f** you after It's not funny? f** you're laughter. It's just banter… 2x [Outro: Eric G.] My solitude is given up for you. (Bump it, bump it)