Tommy Bazooka - 2cents lyrics

(Will crying about how nobody loves him. He ain't eatin') Verse 1 Hey Will I Heard You Rap? Naw b**h I make music Kung Fu Confucius Confused get contusions Sun Tzu the Art of War thats audible a pot of gold You're broke so save your 2 cents Delusions of grandeur Damn you're so uptight see how loose my crew gets Pause... Leave a nuisance in a noose quick You stupid? Have your rap career extint like caucasian mooses, look it up New Dr. Seuss get ruthless on boom bip Loose when I shoot lick her verse thats you kid Get it? ... That means you're p**y Couldn't see me eye to eye but your birdie seems to look me Up and down sookie sookie love the sound yeah you should be- Ware I drown in my music from the ground keep it moving Dumb it down DOOPTY DOOPTY DOOPTY DOOPTY DOOPTY DO I do look stupid Woo the lovelies with the intellect of cupid Rhetoric rendered rub-ix unscrabble metaphors so loosely Tied together in this lucid looseleaf Never sqaure never loose cig loosie I dont care who's sick who's he who's the greatest who's the next up I spit the illest flem and let the whole world catch up Who's he who's the greatest who's the next up I spit the illest flem and let the whole world catch up Who's he who's the greatest who's the next up I spit the illest flem.. Chillin' Chorus Tell them get their hands up Get your motherf**in' hands up Middle fingers high to the people who can't stand us Ugly world owe they hate me cause Im handsome Hands down I spit the king's ransom (2x) Verse 2 Hey Will How's It Hanging? To the right like a republican These ladies on the Cheney beat their Georges into submission Come again? Fox News won't Kerry this Gore-geous Obama-nation hailing from Chicago thats the motherland Young Son of Sam shine on instruments I lunge at them Learned the fundaments f** your label and your publishin' Needed me to hear his 2 cents I let him come and spend Battled Vet collect called his mother said I sonnin' him Chillin' and Bazooka come together like the wonder twins Tommy guns the snare so opposition hit the running man All that chillin' ever do is hit the booth and clutch a pen And paper, Larry's can catch the vapors, savor this heavy flavor Raged laced with grace based behavior on on my influence Ruined binge brewin' sins grew and this student been truent Time in rhymin' rivals razors, so raise up your fake front gets tapered Check It hardly barbershop quartet, apocalyptic horseman Off my hiatus hi haters f** your blog endorsements My vocals choke hold your girls endorphins She forced it but leave at the doorstep of my fortress This solitude is logical the f**in' god of rappin' Oh I forgot I'm rappin'.. but still you're not attractive No toad prince so leap frog you're good at dodging traffic I'm serious the views on woman's scorn is from experience.. Chillin' Chorus Tell them get their hands up Get your motherf**in' hands up Middle fingers high to the people who can't stand us Ugly world owe they hate me cause Im handsome Hands down I spit the king's ransom (2x) Will ends up surrounded in Wavves as usual