El-P - Hoobity Blah lyrics

Yeah, yeah, yeah, you know. Yesterday I was down at Fulton mall, these kids trying to step to me like Def Jux wasn't doing it. I'm like, "Dawg, for one, why you stepping up to me like that? You don't even know who I am." You know, with things like... they were on some stuff like talking about El thinks he's the man, he thinks that, you know… but this dude's a straight a**hole. The dude can be an a**hole, he's doing his thing: he's trying to be ill. But you know, I was trying to pick my sneaks out anyway. And these kids try to step back up to me, I'm like "Dude, I'm picking out my sneakers; trying to pick out the colors or something.". And they just keep walking up; just keep saying this stuff to me. So I'm like "Yo, yo, if y'all don't back up off of me right now, yo, I promise to God, I'm like to flip my wig, straight up, straight up, straight up, straight up, straight up, straight up." [Hook] Hoobity Blah Blah, talking all hard You are now listening to the sounds of the weareallgoingtoburninhellmegamixx2, 2, 2, 2, 2, 2, 2 [Verse 1] This is not a concept, it's a headache with moving pictures For the hopeless droids poised on the brink of "f** You Mister" Settle down skipper, that's so September 10th of you I've been posting up pyrotechnics in this game just like the rest of you Which would explain the fanny pack of detonators And the remote control coyote And a T-shirt that reads "Blow Me" And a sign on my hotel room door that says "b**h, you don't know me" Do not enter, do not stand here, do not complete what you have seen here Brittle ghosts of perjury slur, I'm right hurr Spilling the surgery words, dirtily gurgling murderer terms Further than f**ed up, post in the back and wait Until rap's word was serving them hurt burgers The method is nervous, reception is to be felt and purchased Stumbling in the back door wrapped in tourniquets The weathermen are far from the joy box in the hot It's so nice to see a mongoloid savant doing his job And I tip my dome right to him, but the face was slowly loosening To proud to face my peoples on the floor folk get used to it You're talking to a s*ut with a millennial strut Who biannually cuts the pie chart in his favor just enough The Aslan damaging man has been fan damaged The arrogant a** I'm morphing on I go by stumble the fly tone off Rumble the bumble bee kid Faded the Starscream beat rattle I'm more than just confused, I'm an a**hole So when you see the human snot box reorganizer, wave your little ta**els And get it popping like epileptics on bubble wrap you f**ing feathers I'm an everlasting gobstopper; s** me forever [Hook] [Verse 2] I'm lavish in the fabric of automatic or bada** sh** Captured a match to the kick When the snare hits "Oh, sh**" All of a single a sudden the muddy water of bludgeoning f**ery Stuck in my head is ready to spit Get back mother f**ers I got the blood of legends pumping in flesh appendages It's the heaviest sh** I'm dusting a funk cover to bust sh** you're dumping on our town Surround tough loving and freejack back you black lunged b**h Jungle love, the animal funk lust, cannibal dumbstruck The who*e Hannibal trumpets here with a funk strut Goodie the hoodlum, pitch in the back you little pudding My crew is juvenile, mushing pussies' breaks Stupidly moving at breakneck the great threat The ultimate thrill or journey d**h march, munchkins, you gurney riders You ought to grab in the lab laugh over bag babies Stuffing sh** I'm loving it, I'm loving it, I'm loving it, I'm loving it, I'm loving it