Tater Chips - The Get Down lyrics

[Stephen Genes the Magnanimous] Steve Genes on the Dream Team Rising straight to the top like the true cream I'm cooler than cool beans and hot like I'm preteen Tight like I'm sardines - now check it Let's be truthful, I dominate sh** like metamucil My flow goes hard - take a bite and chip a tooth, fool Go on and make yourself useful Straight from the roofs, I'm the gallows and the noose [DJ Oatmeal] I'm telling news on the mic Like Walter Cronkite And to all you other rappers who all sound alike: I'm the flow-faster master, a Katrina disaster On the charts I outlast ya and I move right past ya Because I'm front and center, the feature attraction And I rhyme so fast that you need closed-caption It was nice to meet ya, but now I'm going to eat ya Because I slice you up and 'put it in the pizza' [Saruman of Many Kronics] They call me Saruman of Many Kronics Electric Pokemon aren't effective against Onyx You might catch me watching Who Framed Roger Rabbit Or dropping fresh beats like Milton Babbitt Smooth like pahoehoe, sharp like A'a For those who aren't hip that's 'liquid hot magma' Telling fresh tales like Geoffrey Chaucer Blowing your mind like a flying saucer No, I'm not tripping and I know I'm the best And I don't give a darn if I fail my driver's test Dark Star into Truckin' into Wharf Rat to Dark Star Gotta take a leak but I'll return like Jafar [Tater Chips] Smoke three joints with the Grateful Dead Ate a log a cheese with a gun to my head k**ed twelve hookers for a loaf of bread Turned water into wine, bless ya a** with lead No, my rhymes ain't swag - they Panama Red Crossed the Sahara Desert with a dog and a sled Got a million man army that's very well fed When it comes to Danson, I'm just like Ted Drink a forty ounce on Calvary where Jesus Bled Sold my soul to Satan in a tool shed Fix your lacerations with a needle and thread Had your sister, wife, and grandma naked in your mamma's bed My drug of choice is Sudafed Grab a stack of fan mail for the daily shred Put a bomb in the ignition of your moped No one want to hear your rhymes, they listen to mine instead [J. Rage-a] Ninety-nine percent of the ladies can't be wrong Got girls climbing my legs trying to get to my schlong Just step back, take a seat, and take a number You got to take turns to get a piece of this lumber Yes, I know I'm fly, and my whip is Intriguing And I'm sure that you've heard of all the paper I'm receiving But you got to ask yourself if you can hang with the Rage-a When you make up your mind, just hit up my pager [Stephen Genes the Magnanimous] Virgin inside the flower, yet hours of golden showers My stream of pee is retarded, I'm the sh** and I farted No, I don't eat man meat because I'm a vegetarian But if you're very thin and you cum real quick I'll s** that dick fo sho, though No h*mo!