Felt - Paul Reubens lyrics

I run run rappers right out of the game b**h em, sit em down in the hall of shame Young somethin, lil b**h all of the names I usually keep it quiet cuz hatin is so lame But every now and then you gotta state the facts Like 98% of these dudes is straight wack They got me up in center space and im dancin to techno Bumpin indie rock, dim mak, electro I got a brand new car, full tank of gas I got a big mansion, and its made of gla** My momma always told me better make that cash So thats what i do while i wait to crash I got a brand new car, full tank of gas I got a big mansion, and its made of gla** My momma always told me better make that cash So thats what i do while i wait to crash Wait wait(yeah) i hear you caught a couple of breaks You still a s**er trying to catch airwaves Catch a fall down a stair case, take it Another unmarked grave under the basement Up on the stage its like Something to taste its like Runnin the place its like Punchin your face its like Dont attempt to follow nothing to chase Or you might see the bottom of one of those lakes Fakes, frauds, and phonies, are we like the only Mother f**ers in this game that ain't corny My little pony a** rappers with a stylus Trying to be rainbow bright on some fly sh** Strawberry shortcake doing to much They focus on the fasion the music s**s You look like a pinchy piñata pendejo Make like a carpet, roll up or lay low I got a brand new car, full tank of gas I got a big mansion, and its made of gla** My momma always told me better make that cash So thats what i do while i wait to crash I got a brand new car, full tank of gas I got a big mansion, and its made of gla** My momma always told me better make that cash So thats what i do while i wait to crash I used to drink 40's on the porch all the time Now im gettin older and im sippin that wine Pino no f**in merlot I used to pack a pocket knife inside my yellow Got stabbed in third grade by the swings Since then i keep a switchblade inside my jeans f** with me and ill cut ya, straight king tut ya Wrap you up in bandages mother f**er Set the monster free They never used to talk to me Now they holler at me constantly Well hop on these, take the properties And multiply that sh** by the power of 3 Didn't you know, we still in control Its felt mother f**er, all systems go You been to my show, its like a mistletoe So hold the bottle and play spin the globe I got a brand new car, full tank of gas I got a big mansion, and its made of gla** My momma always told me better make that cash So thats what i do while i wait to crash I got a brand new car, full tank of gas I got a big mansion, and its made of gla** My momma always told me better make that cash So thats what i do while i wait to crash Huh, i guess the moral is, stick a fork in it We got more to give, your fortunate You f**in with a legend and these members of the orphanage Orgamisms that were born for this First we make the people feel quite right And then im workin on a sequel, the zeitgiest So push up the light, peace, nighty night Stay tuned, felt number 4, tribute to heidi fleiss