Lyrics:
WINNER TAKES ALL
(Chuck Burgi,Steve Brown,Ted Poley)
Born to royalty, some own a silver spoonBlind to loyalty and wealthy all too soon
Your life is
nincompoop (what?)
What's wrong witchu? You can't compute (Yes sure I can compute)
Don't fix your lips to tell me you can
Standing on the poley playing
nincompoop (what?)
What's wrong wit you? You can't compute (Yes sure I can compute)
Don't fix your lips to tell me you can
Standing on the poley playing
I'm starting to mold.
All my friends just sit around,
Drink beer, It's getting old.
In that house,
That house of Ted.
In that house,
Where you're better
the strife
Huh
I love you
Let's make love
When you open your eyes
I'll be right by your side
In the morning
In the morning
Yeah
You're making me feel some shit
Kdyby je chtěl odstranit, musel by se zabít
Tak to musel zkusit, teď vnímá jinak dění
Naučil se jedno, nikdy začít znovu pozdě není
Nakonec smazal
nothing but a Brown party.
That's on, going on and got it going on.
Bob and Ted's rated number one so flow on it
And if you're in the house pump your
of Death
Hypebeast má zničenej swag
Holky výjimečně nedělaj dřep
Nepouštěj sloupy do moshpitu
Mohla by vylézt ven a vypadat jak skřet
Pokud nevypadá už teď
like I'm a Ted Talk
Get rings like Sonic the Hedgehog, off the dome they call me Dreadlocks
Ay man
You wear ASICS
You're a racist
Your face is made
all say that they're real, I know that most aren't
Boy, you think you're clever, don't ya? Girl, you think you're so smart?
Come with me to another
work till Ted was much despised
The father then said begone you're heartless to the core
Then the black's sheeps words they came just a ringing through
collection
Hear my perfection, rotary connection
Taking MC's down by lethal rap injection
I'm like an ornithologist when I get pissed
You must have drank
You're one hell of a trapper I'm the Trap master
You're one hell of a rapper I'm the Rap master
You're one hell of a trapper I'm the Trap master
who oughta know
I'm the one left in the dust
Yeah I'm the broken hear ted fool
Who was never quite enough
I'm an insider, I been burned by
I don't like the brown paper bag comparison, which conveys
That if you are lighter then the brown paper bag you're light skin
And if you're darker,
That you're talking about?
The one that you claim as a hip-hop artist
But won't do the research on hip-hop history
Or the one where you disrespect,
ain't got no helpers
Everyone on trial now Ted Bundy with a sweater
Ain't no jury just me and you right now
I went from broke down to shining bright like
we're here for, so take those off"
By now she's butt-naked, I'm ready to break it
Threw on the jim hat, I'm ready for trim, and all that
So I did it
(Sitcom Laugh Track) rap Battle!
Barney Stinson! Versus!
Sheldon Cooper! Begin!
Ted, hold my drink
Where are all the blondes hidden?
I came here
Juvenile hormones
Once in a while throned
As monsters of megaphone
I told you once that
You're only born twice
And you told me to rhyme that
With the best
on your head
What? Ted Bundy? Man, I'm not as handsome and as charismatic
And I hate serial killers and the fucking rapist cuz they don't got the guts
the inside
Until you're disorganised ( diss organ ized)
Do it for a validation by the Romans
How romantic
Sound cloud said it's lonely here
So I dropped
But a bet that's a chore
Cos you're so lazy
Bust down the doors
Al be following shady
Your mum's a whore
She failed to raise ye
I'm a samurai
So dry
wanna be defined by my productivity
I just wanna achieve
Achieve nothing
I played a game on my phone where I was building a farm
At first I didn't think
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