Constructus Corporation - Rick Flare lyrics

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Constructus Corporation - Rick Flare lyrics

[French female voice:] C'est Constructus Corporation [Intro/Hook] Meet Rick Flare Self-made millionaire Uh-huh Eccentric investor(?) Extraordinaire Yeah, that's right Hi there Meet Rick Flare Self-made millionaire Ah Eccentric Investor(?) Extraordinaire Yeah [Verse] And they're like 'What's that distant rumbling?' Guess who's coming through thunderin' Back on the scene Rocking his black comedy For all you little underlings The fully poseable mimic is a disposable gimmick Flip shiz, manipulative coroner lyric That gets all up in your sh** Like a chorus when I speak I freak intense sentences Like a judge don't mess around Nobody can hold me back When I'm all up in your face, like a faulty gat Come on girl Let me see you work that booty to the beat Like a salty crack We're here to motivate, there's no debate You're overweight MC sounds silly Trumpets sound Walls come tumbling down Cuz a-Rick Flare's so skinny What you doing man, you've released a ghost You've got company It's a parasite Be the host Now you want me to stop But f** it, I love it Open the cupboard Open the cupboard Upon from within, all over you like skins You're so confident you're gonna win, f** yeah No doubt Rick, definitely got flare You may be sick but definitely not scared [Hook] Meet Rick Flare Self-made millionaire Uh-huh Eccentric Investor(?) Extraordinaire Yeah, that's right Hi there Meet Rick Flare Self-made millionaire [Verse] Like a rejuvenating 7 day detox plan for relieving constipation Call me the immortal man(??) of mystery, and revealing transformation My super sound's got me bumping all kinds of unexpected sh** even for me like my play thing Cause then I'm looking back on what just happened flat out(?) telling myself 'It's f**in' amazing' You don't wanna play(?) with the psychosomatic ill one, 'scuse me if you could lyrically(??) move(?) that's not- Me looking at a burden above my head to think about what I - what I did to you I'm on pool(?) pitch(?) bringing the cool sh** all advanced like cyborg And these f**in' monkeys(?) all return western imperialist bullsh** Like from Saigon to hold you(?) the signal I've got millions of minus minions plugged into my miser(?) Plus some fangirls on my dick go: 'We love you Rick' Now don't slip - illuminate(?) torches(?) Deciphering impenetrable forces f**ing with all sorts of raucous forces I'm lost in this following, following orders 'Who is that guy?'