Lyrics:
a man
When I met Ann, I soaked her pans
We ended up freakin' by garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me
They only talk to her, because
She looks like a total prostitute, okay?
I mean, her butt, it's just so big
Uh, I can't believe it's just so round
them birds
Ya heard me
Can't a mothafuka serve me
I still hold the title
Reposessed it from some of my
Greatest idols
You punk ass bitches is
the down low
Punks, jump up and get blasted to the ground
So motherfucker duck, I'm about to bust a 'round
Duck, duck, I'm about to bust some rounds
Duck,
'm comin' round the corner like I'm Magic
Doin' ninety on the freeway, and hittin' switches
In a high speed chase with these punk bitches
Don't turn
'm not the one
I should just knock her punk ass out
while I'm in court payin child support
But then I gotta deal with the father and the steel
and he's
[Star]
Trifled disciple, arch rival reppin with weapons that homicidal
Star leaves you marked from the start like tribal scars
(Allah punk) I
it's been enough time since I've had to just stand by inside and wait
The trepidation in this place is as plain as day
And I think it's been enough time
down
To a broke rapper with a foul sound?
How can I flow rounds
With an MC that can't chow down?
Where would you be
If you did'nt copy off me lil'
You're goin straight to the gate in the sky
With all the hate I relate to the crime
One more sucka MC gonna fry
Round two, stagger to your feet
Homies in
It seems I can't turn back
I'm walkin' 'round strapped
Can't sleep, my enemies want me gat
Call my mama and they scream drama
(Kill you bitch)
Could
will buy a Maybach for my mum
Face getting lit by the sun
I am not even dumb
I am trying to go around the world
Am not talking about Daft Punk
Trying
we'll be fuckin' you up
And to you bitches who be thinking y'all could slide by
With that punk shit, bitch, biddity bye bye
I fuck a bitch up faster
'm down by law and I know my way around
On 42nd Street, lookin' for some action
Women standing on the corner selling satisfaction
One young punk just
what chu niggas say " I bring the funk where you stay"
You can't handle this scandalous nigga raised by the streets
live and die by the heat and all i
'm going to lose control
What can I do to stop this plague
Spread by sight alone
Just a glimpse and then a quiver
Then they shiver to the bone
Ah, look
equal parts Daft Punk, and Phife Dawg.
Either way that’s top quality that’s what I strive for. I’m like a Cyborg. The way I go hand in hand
With
about
I'm a fresh MC, who's on his way
To be an MC with the most to say
And to all those out there, that don't know me
I go by the name of D. M. C.
punk shit but
I don't even pop shit
These niggas they running round like
This shit is rocksmith
I don’t need no gun around cause
I’m quick to smack
of town
It's not working, I'm just tired
Little punk, little sharp-nosed liar
And my mind's like a merry-go-round
And Nickleby said I'd be good by now
A crowd gathered 'round, throwin' punches and elbows
Then his mama arose and recited a poem
Todd's a hip-hop god, fuck rock and roll
Put the baby in
look funny, but, yo, I'm makin' money, see
So, yo, world I hope you're ready for me
Now gather 'round, I'm the new fool in town
And my sound's laid
Lil punk and I'm fucking on a goth bitch
Jumping, turn the party to a moshpit
Go fast, treat her kitty like a drumset
Round two, baby that was all
walked in the club with a butt
Lookin' at me like she tryna fuck
Gassin' me up 'cause her hand on my pump
I'ma Daft Punk, I'm just tryna Get Lucky
Sippin'
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