Martin Malota - Dorothy lyrics

[Verse 1] He kept it loco on the low-pro With no dough to show, but had a professional logo The focal point was vocals for the locals They threw their hands up and made commotions poppin' photos The lowest point of low though, was hearing a song And seeing nobody, in slow-mo they seen the soul glow Food for thought, I wonder if it's supper yet Higher than a spy in a jumbo jet hunting for Boba Fett I was looking for Charles Barkley's car keys… A Globe Trotter? Probably not. A role model? Hardly Hardy Har, "Party on Garth" with Barbie dolls Lodi Dodi, we like to party at the Mardi Gras Bada Ya, dancing in September The audio is low enough to stand by you Pretenders Y'all lip-synching in quicksand with auto-tune Lollapalooz all a y'all and call it Bonnaroo Otherwise call it macaroni And stick a feather under your skull cap, you phony Hold it homie, only the lonely can play We can't fit 45 hype men on stage [Verse 2] Sick metaphor, sitting in a pool of my blood It's thicker than water, I'm filling my cup It's half empty, tempt me. This Star's spending Bucks And I'm Tall and I'm Grande, I'm a Venti Ded Gjo Luli sent me. Many men had semis on the block I pour out a little henny throwing pennies for your thots Make it rain through the whole day, the Colgate opens Scope the freshness since '08 in a North Face Cold plates, I'm just dishing out revenge Piss about your whereabouts; I'm dissing all your friends And we're about to finish, at the end I'm slipping out the apartment, park and spark it in the Benz Friends come, if friends go when your ends low Then see them out the dough, since they ain't really your friend bro I'm on some Kanye, "just listen to the kids." While I spit, lickety split, persnickety and sh** Just give me the McRib Instead I'll go 'head and set it, forget it on the fridge Now I'm bout to say some sentimental sh** What you get from giving, than getting's a better way to live... Here's some dick