Efemjay - Hardcore Like Bob Store lyrics

[Verse 1] Back from the dead like Lazarus Here to state the obvious like your daughter's androgynous Tits and cli*orises are erogenous And b**hes and hoes think my lyrics are misogynist You know that your mama likes h*mogeneous Pasteurized man milk, yeah, she swallows it Not cosmopolitan, I'm more of a paleo You're gay like that f*ggot Neal Daley, ho! I just came to murder the party If you're ever in jail, say word-up to Marty Whitehead ... you know he paved the way For bouncing checks, he taught Dave LaMay But efemjay's here to save the day I'll break 'em all out of jail and then we'll sail away-ay-ay And keep on sailing I'm insane in the brain like Matt Ailing I rock hardcore like Jasmine Byrne When will these motherf**ing has-beens learn That I'm anti-war like Murray Rothbard Initiating force is weak and you're not hard f** Al Gore, and his b**h wife Tipper A pair of hypocrites more evil than the Gipper Your mom's sore, cause I hit her in the sh**ter YES! and it counts, like Marv Albert I bit her And now I need a vaccine, homes Cause your mama was diseased like Jaxeen Jones And I ain't going out like Tommy Morrison So I'm never gonna have your mommy on all fours again And now she's blowing up my Nextel But the goiter that she gave me made my f**ing neck swell Casual Male XL, you can see me there buyin' shirts But when I'm on the mic you like I'll iller than Ryan Kurutz [Hook] I rock hardcore like Bob Store Breaking it down on the Artesian Wells dance floor Hardcore, anti-war Initiating force is wack, and that's a fact I rock hardcore, f** Al Gore Global warming's fake, to prop up the state Hardcore, your mom's sore From taking co*ks up the a**, cuz she's an an*l Ho.. ho, ho, ho... We like to party Ho.. ho, ho, ho... We don't bother nobody, now Ho.. ho, ho, ho... Just a man that's on the mic Ho.. ho, ho, ho... And when I rock up on the mic, I talk about dykes [Verse 2] Like Sheryl Swoopes My sh**'s retarded, like Jamie Jerrel's poops Or Michael Ruoff's fecal matter smeared on the wall I never knew he was retarded, he appeared on the ball, y'all Like a chick riding Justin Pigg My knife's at the state's throat, thrust and dig The simple fact of the matter's I don't like Nazis Why you think I busted my hand on Mike Votzke? I'm so anti-collectivist Anti-fiat money, anti-protectionist Anti-gun control, anti-war And anti-your mama who's an anti-anti-who*e You know I rock hardcore Peace to Larry Viles and the real Bob Storer Peace to Prime Time and his little brother Shawn And my brother from another motherf**ing mother, Preach On! I rock hardcore like Stranglemania Your sister has dangling labia! Anti-war like Jesus Christ And when I'm on the mic you know my steez is nice f** Al Gore and his Nobel prize An Inconvenient Truth's full of inconvenient lies Your mom's sore from the nipple clamps And f**ing Mr. Mallar on the cripple ramps It's not ergonomical You battle me, you're a nerd, it's comical You might have had a chance back in 1997 But efemjay is better than ever after eleven Long years; I know it's been a while, duke Since high school, my rhymes have gotten fat, like Kyle Luke My style's sick enough to make a pedophile puke Word to Terry Hubbard and his bu*t-buddy lover, Matt McCance! [Hook]