Heath McNease - Hungry Hungry Hippos (Let Me Spin, Coach!) lyrics

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Heath McNease - Hungry Hungry Hippos (Let Me Spin, Coach!) lyrics

[Verse 1] Follow me I be Probably obvi Four best in Christian rap game A game that I do not view highly: Manchild, Ohmega, Harry Krum, and RedCloud Soupthechemist wrote that book we follow with our heads down Slept on like Fuji pillows Fuji's still dope Kool G Rap four fifth, though Chain smoking with my Zippo Right outside that Citgo Station when that limo Pull up with Mannie Fresh and I rap circles 'round that hippo Samson with the jawbone of an a** slayed his thousands But McNasty got a couple extra with the a**'s hip bone Delilah was a trick ho I ain't let her near those lovely locks It's Silent J. Fox, she got the tip, though Hungry hungry hippos, all up on my gmail Asking me for info, I don't give no details Asking me 'bout Instagram, I don't give no intel I pray for you, that's where it ends So miss me with those pigtails Zuckermans smorgasbord orgasbord Boredom forced them off the tour Before we ordered waterboarded torture for 'em Or ordered foreman to tie up the quarter horses The cords tied to the performers is [pointalized performed?] (bars) Oh, I could do bars, I could do bars I can start as shooting guard and I'm Stoyokovich I can do Mars I can do Lars overt rock drummers d** harder than Lars does Dollars to donuts to-- I can do bars I can do Nas bars I can do Nostradamus' nickel-plated nine And NY State of Mind in bars bars I can do Weezy bars I can do Yeezy bars I can do parcheesi bars Heath don't do no cheesy bars Chico DeBarge bars Chicos of DeBarge bars Those Sam Goody tee hee hee hee Refugees All Stars bars Pras bars, Lauryn's bars, Lots of comments, Common bars Marshall's bars, Rakim's bars Das EFX and Talib's bars Serve 'em all a la carte Serve 'em allahu akbar For Brother Ali and Ali Muhammed's bars I keep spinning on teeny boppers and get confused All just to get some views, all this is just a ruse I'm just a bit removed, awkward and misconstrued Possible missing youth, but doctor this isn't news Issued some fake Piaget social learning theory Disappear like cold case files that never earned a jury (ah) It burned in 'em surely like the wick at both ends Maslow's pyramid just simplifies the gist, but it wins It's blade to scrot' time, nut cuttin' season That gut bucket freeing k**ing time in bu*t (mmmmmm!) Egypt Nothing's really as good as serving and [that's just current?] Extra-current pictures of the double chins with extra syrup My gosh, it's IHOP when it used to be some leather stirrups And better service my net worth since the bet is worthless [Interlude 1] >"I'm sorry." >"Sorry for what? Our Daddy taught us not to be ashamed...." >"Well, my daddy taught me a few things too..." [Verse 2] Daddy raised a hustler, your mama raised a buster RedCloud k**ed another Custer plus that mustache was a duster (RedCloud) No need to adjust your TV set I'm just your BeBe CeCe Winans BBC rewinding BET reclining B-E tee hee rhyming D-E-B-T he be trying To avoid that beady eyed address That EBT line I'm in D-E-B-I-T is rising And he be on nice Verizon family planning Use his mama's green to treat that green-eyed diamond Dibiase baby yeah that's money in your mouth That's Benjamins that million dollar dream on them I'm out And the boy come from the south Where them chicken heads will cluck Mickey D's they talk that nonsense Long as they don't scuff my Chucks (huh) Oh, that's ATL (mmm) Oh, that's Miller County (mmm) Oh, that's Dungeon Family Oh, that's so therapy howdy (mmm) Get some Cee-lo Green and Goodie Mob hair [Let's be?] shawty Against that Andre 3000 codpiece he wear it proudly [Interlude 2] "Let me spin, coach Y'all wanna win, put b**bie in! Y'all wanna win? Put b**bie in! I'm 'bout to spin Come on coach, let me get this for you" [Verse 3] Father forgive me, I been listening to Kendrick Cause it feels more like worship than most of this worship business And J. Cole's become another John Mark McMilllan as far as I'm concerned Cause both of them got bars for the children And is it wrong, if Good Kid, M.A.A.D city became my Hillsong For six months? But I know that ocean's still strong Am I conflicted? Should I not have found you in it? If Aesop Rock does not believe in you, does that mean that I can't listen? Bars over convenience, bars over my suppositions Bars over these patty-caking and entry-level buster Christians He said you can't touch him because he's draped in garlic And he don't take her phone calls because she talks [garbled] And I heard them bars, I swear that bar's the hardest Thing a Christian ever said, so Soup, you are regarded And when I'm just pushing up daisies I hope that some of them maybe say it was useful Instead of the usual