J57 - Billy Mays lyrics

[Produced by J57 & Daily Echoes] About to do an infomercial for myself, motherf**a It's Danny...Rah Rah [Verse 1] Call the kief-monger, I keep ganja rolled at all times Anywhere that I go, you know I blow pine. You know why Crack windows while I crack (bottles) Diddle and then I smack (models) For JC P maternity clothes, cause I like them fat (mamas) Literally and I'm pretty obscene But ain't you see? It's a new era. We say "sh**" on TV Literally again, you know I mean what I say I've been smoked weed everyday So my eyes bleed, it's ok A couple of Visine drops and it goes away, silly stoner Sticks and stems are for kids. I got lids that are stronger Strong enough to make Israel and P-Stine get along Peace sign to the sky once they fire up the bong Crisis solved N.B.D Just a pothead who stopped the drop of a WMD But really just dopey doped up dope MC I got a whole lot to say for a man with a head that's empty [Hook] That's me call me Danny Rah-Rah I'm dressed for the meet and greet like Lady GaGa And by meet I mean M-E-A-T ha ha I keep my rhymes cheesy like my enchiladas What can I say? I've been stuck in my ways Cause I've been stuck in a maze For the past thousand days Rap game: Billy Mays Here to OxyClean the game and get out all the tough stains [Verse 2] Call me the chillum chiller, catch em chillin' on the curb Smoking herb on the low on the basil bowl as it burns...slow And the Po-Po don't know When they pa** by, I pocket it at pro-po But in my head, though, I'm pogo; jumping around Inside my head, though, I'm Frodo carting rings around So ring around the rosy, while I'm cutting orks down Game Of Thronin' Westerosy hoes, tryin' to own the crown Feeling mididvil now, off a few mischievous hits Weed got my mind dialed to deviousness I'm trying to see me some tits but not the kind you see for tips I'm talkin' bout the kind you see when mama's got a nursing kid I'm a creep but I'm the sh** (I'm the sh**) Boshi golf fundamentalist Sentences sent from heaven that survive after I'm sentiment When I die bury me under the basil patch From there I can nourish the crop and never be cashed [Hook] [Verse 3] Call me the headie-horder, I'm steady guarding my stash Since my beard grows in so bushy, I keep bushels tucked in that - packed From my cheeks to my chin-y chin chin While I chill, I search for chubby chicks I can chide into sin Or maybe girls who are thin who I can chide into fatness Trying to claim a dame who's game is hunger like a padded Katniss And then I'll tongue her like a trippy tablet Take a trip into Alice's hole, hopin' to meet the rabbit Cause that body is a wonderland That I'm tryin' to govern, one nation under Dan Understand, I hope my mission isn't overstated I just overheard that munching big b**hes was underrated So as I sit and smoke the contents of my beard away Bud's tasting like the soap used to be sold my Billy Mays I wipe my mind clean with these filthy thoughts Looking for an extra meaty salad for your man to toss [Hook] Yeah, cause we clean motherf**er Looking good, bumping Darius Rucker Yeah, oh sh** Danny Rahrig, the basil patch kid "Dial the number at the bottom of your screen, b**h" The rap game Billy Mays Could give a f** what you say Call me whatever the f** you want, man It's Rah Rah