Lyrics:
find a rhyme like this in any dictionary
But do you know, after all that
All I received was a pat on the back
That's what you get, it happened to me
ain't a rapper but if I was
This ain't some shit that I could rap after
Caught up in the rapture
You call yourself a factor you're lame
Paving a way Bob
Hillary Clinton is fuct, My bush is fuct, Tyra banks is fuct, you are fuct, Tom hanks is fuct, your shoes are fuct, my farts are fuct, shopping carts are
But you're superlove hot hair
Gonna end up like your father
Emily, you can't even like your chance
Get a boy and learn to dance
Be a girl like any
when it all started
Couple years later you left me cold hearted
I just wonder is this love like Bob Marley
She done left me with her venom like Tom hardy
we can make it work
But, uh, if you're an atheist I'm beamin' out this bitch like my name was Captain Kirk
And I know I'm not all that, just a bag
Uh, I like that
I'ma make you dance a little
Darkchild gon' make you dance a little
Chante make you dance a little
We gon' make you dance
chest, yo
I been carrying weight like a gym rack
And I don't mean shit you get rid of
By picking up bottles or packets of SlimFast
Like a Jackson classic,
Aynsley Dunbar (drums)
Jim Pons (bass, vocals, dialog)
Bob Harris (keyboards, vocals)
Don Preston (mini-moog)
You are... you gotta tell me something... I
I love it when you talk like that
Who would've thought this all started at a little kickback
I got a girl so these folks cannot know
Keep it low fuck
And this leaves me awake at night -
I lose sleep over that
Oh, alright, listen BoB once and for all
The Earth looks flat because
1) you're not far enough
kids, bitch
Don't call me honey (Call me honey)
Don't come with me, girl, I
Know you love money, ayy
(Bang bang)
All this weed I smoke I think I'm Bob
Would you dance with me?
Shawty don't you be shy
Would you wine on me ?
Step by step by step
Left to the right
Up and down we do it right
Step by
been in a fix
She cared for us like mammy's do
Billy boy, Billy boy, sit on the porch
Do you know what went on at the still?
Joe Wilson is dying, Tom
your job
But you're gettin' on my nerves, just like Bob
Every time I hit a corner, I see you
Always tellin' brothers what to do
You lock me up cause
star it be launching
The stars not far when I own every function
And the moon passing by
Just in case if you watching
And tell me did you like
When I
to this, dance to this, dance to this
Who, me? (We got ways to make you move)
Go girl, go girl
Do anything you like, girl (do anything you like, girl)
but, built up not that nice fighter
I'm the champ, but still I'm the number 1 contender
You the chump, more like the number 1 pretender
Don't call me by
a couple loose screws
That my lil' shit, you the shit, that's why I call you boo boo
Girl can you dance for me like Beyonce, liftin' up your tutu
Who would
against demonstrators..."
"They called me a mother -(bleeped out)-ing so-and-so...and a white
facist...like they said, 'you're getting some of your own
to rock, YOU!
We're the kings of swing
And we're chosen to rule
The deans of clean inside the cool school
We're the chiefs of relief
Contained by wild
on airplanes like B.o.B
Canibus, Wu-Tang, you know our history but hats off
When we rap this Jack Frost we outline the track chalk
Thank God for the one-two
the bob their heads
Vibe with you, put up their hands
These ain't your fans
So come hard enough to make your haters stand, dance, and clap their hands
candy.. so dance with me
I taste just like candy.. so dance with me
Now just imagine me nude, stretched out
I'll be all over the news if this gets out
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