Lyrics:
a biscuit
I'm different, rippin' shit
Microphone grippin' it
Gettin' these Benjamins
New car, whippin' it, uh
I'm so far ahead of y'all
Man, I'm on top
your kids, fuck your wife
Like a bacon, egg an' cheese sandwich, I'm good
Mmm, like syrup on the biscuit an' orange juice [Incomprehensible]
Come an'
From Birmingham to junction city I'm swinging it by myself
I'm 10 toes wit this shit don't help me help the bear
You can't compete you don't compare
a verse as profound as this
Back in my day, we had a dope hip hop game
And ya couldn't just get rich off some TikTok fame
I mean c'mon man, ya can't tell me
caused directly damage ya disco tech
Shoulda' Protect ya Neck
And do they think they got me? I don't know
They seen ya picture baby? Don't think so
I'm the one, Not the two, got three plays by the four He catch five from the six, seventh or above
we dont bag eighths, none but nines and fns, Pop
To hell with John Travolta and the Disco Duck
They call me Skat Kat, the dance floor maniac
One more of my hip is like an afro-disiac
Swinging
I'm saying?
Don't let the ladies fool y'all now, fellas
They be doin' the same thing y'all be doin'
Turn up my symphony, man.
Turn up my symphony!
seen
The radical magical man, master of master plan
So smooth from beginning to end
This is a test, back it up when I'm in the place
And all hail
Mmm!
Popey with the peanuts?!
Pull up, Pecan!
Let's have one last dance
Before you get a new man
I'm going to need to sew my heart getting into this
have it
Then I hit Bazaar in Dallas, then I hit my spot in Houston
Turkey Leg Hut, man that shit there still go stupid
Now it's time that I get ratchet,
Well I ain't much of a dancer
I don't have all the moves
I don't care much for disco
Just give me some techno grooves
Never been much of a clubber
of 'em scroungin'
But me, man? Yo, I'm just loungin'
Word up, I'm just loungin'
Me and the crew or should I say posse
Had the music kickin' in
My gift was in the kitchen
Whipping
And I ain't talking granny biscuits
It was always in me I was different
Knew that I would bubble
Call me Kanyeezy
of the Year Show. Well the competitors will be off in a moment
so let me just identify for you.
(Close up on competitors)
Vivian Smith-Smythe-Smith (E.I
the trap, Draco by the blinds like Malcolm (uh-huh)
Diss me, I don't respond, I ain't gon' give you the exposure (ah)
But the semi in the holster if
the way, aja aja I like it aja aja
That's the way, aja aja I like it aja aja
That's the way, aja aja I like it aja aja
When you take me by the hand
Tell
your worries behind
with the family forward hand by hand
Yo, watch me
Hanging with the crew
Gladly Disco-Latin-Rub-a-dub
Madly but sadly
I
to get to the biscuit if I don't risk it
How I'm suppose to go off emotions without the instinct
Say you wanna visit the ocean but not the trenches
All
Ipkiss
If he wanna run I hit the blitz with the hit stick
The biscuit'll turn a grown man to a pancake Bisquick
You get to acting like a hot shot
Now
care if you over there lookin all crazy
When I get locked up man them broads wanna save me
This the home ass whoopin biscuit in
And the j's
and by myself, I be jerkin..
.. on to the chorus
I want that purple Cadillac with the lime green ragtop, yeah
Lovely lady, girl you drive
YEAH
I PREED FROM A DISTANCE
OPPS GET BUN IN AN INSTANT
MY BROS CHING CHONG W A KITCHEN
ILL FEED THEM MAN WIT A BISCUIT
WE SEE THEM MAN AND WE PIVOT
Happyland (Happyland) happyland (Happyland)
Happyland (Happyland) happyland (Happyland)
(Disco-co) happyland (Happyland)
Happyland (Happyland)
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