Steady Teknick - Yo Momma = Milli Vanilli lyrics

Verse 1: Disorderly conduct Rip my hair off while screaming this world is horribly unjust Must I rape the Virgin Mary wit a nun, bust a nut as they cum just To explain I could give a Holy Son's f** But the gun, s*uts, rum, puffs, non-stop simplistic one cut such As I'm doing on these drums yup To adjust to nowadays hit song structure Couldn't rupture my dumb luck Nor my heart of emceeing, when I'm just a human being myself Pissing off a balcony if u under me, feel the rainy season Reinforcing the way it made me believe in my sk**s Waiting on those raging threesomes And anime endorsements, a reanimated corpse when You look at how frail this young Haitian God stands But I'm God sent, who went off print To imprint my pictures in the Parliament & Hall of Fame (not a)Hook: *Scratching* f**, it don't take no pot for me to piss in Obama's face, Bush's or Bill Clinton's Cuz the only hook yo momma listening to Is my dick stuck in her throat as she's lip-syncing Verse 2: Oops I stepped on your feelings, but I'm known to crushing roaches Spit it wit raw emotions like Japanese horror ghosts Driven by the art of spoken words on a mission To f** up this machine system, not leave it partly broken It's total annihilation, remain vocal of what your mind is thinking Not a minor statement, motivated by the highest state when A man reach Nirvana while your baby momma Must get on her knees like tire changing Momma says my creative imagination has me trapped in a dimension Only myself stay in Guess she meant I'm stuck in my own Lost World or Steven Spielberg's basement Alienated and misplaced in Anticipated a disc placement but I got insulated on thick pavements Instead of a plastic cover Should I switch mason for them to cast a brother To renact as Jason or The Devil's Advocate then (not a)Hook