Great Dain - Jive Turkey lyrics

[Intro: Scene from the movie Semi-Pro] Lou Redwood: "I'm pretty sure that you called me a jive turkey." Monix: "No, no, now, Lou. Nobody called anyone a 'JT'." Lou Redwood: "Jive turkey is a little over the line, my man!" Jackie Moon: Look, we're all here. We all heard what was said. We're in agreement. Cornelius, said, 'co*ks**er'. Right?" Bobby Dee: "He just said you s** co*k." Monix: "That's all he said about you." Jackie Moon: "Now come on, dig into that fondue, you little co*ks**er." (Cornelius, Monix, Bobby, Lou, and Jackie laugh in unison) Lou Redwood: "We like playing games don't we?" Jackie Moon: "We do. We're playing one right now." Lou Redwood: "I'm gonna show you this game I learned while I was in f**ing Nam." (Everyone yells as Lou pulls out a gun) [Great Dain] Yo I do me, musically spit sick profusely Leaving y'all with lucid dreams as I dab the loose leaf Gifted lyrically, sick of all the tom foolery It's all about the bankroll and the f**ing j**elry Yeah, you gotta get a damn clue You're under my skin like a fricking tattoo Yo f** your rap dude, I run the damn booth It's the truth kids, my rhyme's fatter than fast food Take a magic flight, got soul like I'm Gladys Knight I'm cold as ice when I hold the mic What a bonafide white kid, yo he tight when he write sh** Temp'll(?) get flipped like a lightswitch, I'm vibrant Yeah, f** your hype, b**h, I'm high like a kite is Mr. Righteous, never stop like Pi, b**h I keep it nerdy like a mathlete In the lab like a lab geek, making mad beats Yeah, I got a knack for this rap thing You ain't a damn thing but a damn thing Like a scientist, kinda nutty when I'm rhyming sh** Finalize the finalist, flyer than a pilot is f** all your diamonds b**h, I rock fool's gold Barking like Cujo, and jump through the loophole High five, too slow, I rhyme too cold Everyone but me is getting f**ing bamboozled [Hook] Yeah, and Imma spit it til I'm done One line, punchline, bang like a gun To your brain with the madness, Dain with the tactics Sick of the halfwits claiming they rap sick X2 [Great Dain] Truth, truth, truth, truth Imma say what I'm thinking, getting funky in the booth Dropping all that jive stuff, you know that my lines hot You telling me I s**, but you got me on your iPod And I'm a time bomb, set to blow up, and so what? Great Dain always gave no f**s I'm 'bout as whacky as a bowl cut You really think I give a sh** fi you feeling my flow, son? Blow gun to your neck I dislike a few jokes, but I show love to the rest Rapping sick, leave the crowd in awe with my magic tricks I don't need no practicing when half of y'all are pa**ionless Yeah, all you wanna hear is that camera click Thinking you the sh** when you walking out your mansion, b**h I grab the pad and rip, make a jam and dance a bit Spitting out the audio and breathing in the cannabis Yeah I'm fabulous, and I'm copasetic Don't be mad 'cause your flow's pathetic And if I want something, yeah I'm 'bout to go in and get it And if you think you're sick, b**h you better phone a medic Lookit, my loop samples got you dudes baffled A cool rascal, all I do is ramble I'm mad hot and you can't stop or can't handle The funk master, trunk blaster, Pa** the skunk and jump backwards [Hook] Yeah, and Imma spit it til I'm done One line, punchline, bang like a gun To your brain with the madness, Dain with the tactics Sick of the halfwits claiming they rap sick X2 [Outro] Lou Redwood: "Who's the jive turkey now?"