Heath McNease - Rick Warren Money lyrics

[Intro] Boom! Hooh Ooha Ooh, yeah (clears throat), ooh yeah Ah, it goes like this, myah yeah Uh. Eeeee There is no snare in these headphones Yeah. Boom. Yah [Verse 1] Y'all loving' my non sequiturs Telling vendors to open the darn registers Bomb pedicures, legs at calm temperatures You ain't seen it, you opened the wrong sepulcher When Aaron's singing I listen to all of Neville's words And Ronstadt don't know what his falsetto's worth And I'll metal spurt off from y'all's ghetto turf Noah plus Ray Allen from-the-ark Shuttlesworth Jesus coming back soon, for what it's worth Like Gandalf the White between lower and upper earth Secretariat, Seabiscuit, Shadowfax Triple crown eatin' oats in buckets with some Applejacks Glue factory next, he got the cataracts And no opposable thumbs to swing the battle axe Hard pill to swallow down for the stallion's dad Where the skinny talon at? Where them Jimmy Fallon ads? Dusty Bottoms canteen from the saddlebags Still full of water Lucky Day up in some frazzled chaps Ned Nederlander swag Mick Jagger has Still making Rick Warren money like it's Saddleback [Hook] Ah you can call me Ah you can call me Ah you can call me dad Cause I'm sonnin' you Ah you can call me Ah you can call me Ah you can call me dad Cause I'm sonnin' you Ah I'mma call you Ah I'mma call you Ah I'mma call you son Cause I'm sonnin' you Ah I'mma call you Ah I'mma call you Ah I'mma call you son Cause I'm sonnin' you [Verse 2] I'm Ocean's Fourteenth here at the Bellagio I'm the dude that ensures none of they coffee's cold Impaq Presario, breakbeat Lethario Lookin' for a skin tone a little bit Rosario Little less Omarion, little more Arsenio We'll just call her Dominique Dawes Log on my Vimeo You can call it "jungle fever", I just call it lovin' divas Waddup Aretha and Taraji P, waddup Latifa (waddup Latifah!) It's that white bread smile that belied the fact I liked Trina more than Britney--she was fine and rapped And more than kinda stacked I sorta kinda had A poster of her sorta hover over while I napped G-status, Bone Thugs-n-Harmony East 1999 Eternal was a part of me Fifth grade elementary drug dealer wannabe Asking all my teachers, "What y'all want from me?" Yeah [Hook] [Verse 3] BDP my nine milli go ba da da da More impressive ring entrance than Kamala got And plus your mama got a fridge full of Häagen-Dazs Eatin' till the carton's gone while she watching Chocolat (huh) don't be persona non grata, dawg Non-productive commentary got your karma wrong But did them squat thrusts help to keep my dharma strong While them girls reaching for me like they using Dhalsim's arms (yeah) Super Streetfighter, uber beat writer, Kooler Keith biter Lose your teeth tiger, looping b-minor Flip to the b-side of my catalog beast Buy the nice an*log piece And some rhymes that I release This is the final Colonel Guile Sonic Boom M. Bison with the Vega claw added Sagat, too Hadouken Ken and Ryu don't know who to sock it to T. Hawk, E. Honda, Zangief, and Blanka knew [Hook] [Outro] You can call me uncle cause I uncled you You can call me aunt because I aunted you And you can call me sister, cause I can--it's true And you can call me brother cause I brothered you And you can call me friend because I friended you You can't hit me on Facebook, I unfriended you You can't call me on Skype, I won't Skype with you You can call me little buddy cause I buddied you You can call me lover cause I lover you You can call me Mel Gibson, Danny Glover'd you… You can call me rubber band man, I rubbered you You can call me Linus' blanket, I covered you Rihanna's umbrella, I will cover you A channel--I will discover you (hmmm) And there will never be another you You can call me cuddle buddy cause I'll cuddle you Call me 23rd letter, because I'll W Call me Ballpark Frank, cause I will mustard you Call me Tinky Winky I will tubby custard you You freestyle, then I will rebu*tal you (ha ha, yeah)