Song parody of
Lockdown (feat. Supree)
by Nick Olgado
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Yeah, uh, oh, yeah
Weah, uh, huh, yeah
Oh, Micheal Jackson on the beat
Water, water
Micheal Jackson on the beat
Water water water, splish splash
Yeah, covered in paint, all you bitches know my name
Swervin' through the lanes, push it up on the highway
Traveling through the city looking for all your motherfucking bitties
Going go to their house, even though we're in shelter in place
Nobody fucking with your race, or the race, I'm Tay-K on the beat
Got the sticks in back, bundles of meat
I ain't talking about dicks, I'm talking about sticks
Like I'm in the sticks, like a red neck, with the shits
Got the flannel on, dripping in drip drip drip
Castle beat you know I'm the sergeant
This the end but you know I'm just starting
Blowing gas all day like I'm farting
Making music until in top-charting
This Melody Up, just got my degree
The Jenner is X, like I'm kylie
This Muay Thai be
That ABC, that 123, that
You and me be fucking around, hit my line up, we gotta link up
Meet me downtown, for crepevine, for a drink up
What goes around comes around that's the life fee
What can I say
Yall be looking like a sound
MPG, or JPG, or PNG
You ain't fucking with me these graphics too strong
Got the 1080, HP you know they be fucking with me
Got the LCD display on deck and you know that we fucking hit you with the neck
Hit em with the stick, out in the sticks
I'm the Morty to your rick
I'm absurd with the shit
Catch me counting cash
Until I'm quarantine rich
And I’m foreign side sick
Open water with the chips
Was just in BVI
Now the forest fires lit
Pipe burst, you ain't got no worth
Toilet ain't got no bidet, but hey I'mma wipe it anyways
Thermometer on sixty-nine degrees
Everybody is coming at me
But you can't see me buzzing like a bumble
Got all this popularity, It's scaring me
Shining on me, rhyming on me
No time to mess around with you clowns
Like a carnival, we coming to your town
Going to eat you up like some cannibals
Slurping up, all your guts, it's going down
That's it
Yeah, uh, oh, yeah
Weah, uh, huh, yeah
Oh, Micheal Jackson on the beat
Water, water
Micheal Jackson on the beat
Water water water, splish splash
Yeah, covered in paint, all you bitches know my name
Swervin' through the lanes, push it up on the highway
Traveling through the city looking for all your motherfucking bitties
Going go to their house, even though we're in shelter in place
Nobody fucking with your race, or the race, I'm Tay-K on the beat
Got the sticks in back, bundles of meat
I ain't talking about dicks, I'm talking about sticks
Like I'm in the sticks, like a red neck, with the shits
Got the flannel on, dripping in drip drip drip
Castle beat you know I'm the sergeant
This the end but you know I'm just starting
Blowing gas all day like I'm farting
Making music until in top-charting
This Melody Up, just got my degree
The Jenner is X, like I'm kylie
This Muay Thai be
That ABC, that 123, that
You and me be fucking around, hit my line up, we gotta link up
Meet me downtown, for crepevine, for a drink up
What goes around comes around that's the life fee
What can I say
Yall be looking like a sound
MPG, or JPG, or PNG
You ain't fucking with me these graphics too strong
Got the 1080, HP you know they be fucking with me
Got the LCD display on deck and you know that we fucking hit you with the neck
Hit em with the stick, out in the sticks
I'm the Morty to your rick
I'm absurd with the shit
Catch me counting cash
Until I'm quarantine rich
And I’m foreign side sick
Open water with the chips
Was just in BVI
Now the forest fires lit
Pipe burst, you ain't got no worth
Toilet ain't got no bidet, but hey I'mma wipe it anyways
Thermometer on sixty-nine degrees
Everybody is coming at me
But you can't see me buzzing like a bumble
Got all this popularity, It's scaring me
Shining on me, rhyming on me
No time to mess around with you clowns
Like a carnival, we coming to your town
Going to eat you up like some cannibals
Slurping up, all your guts, it's going down
That's it