DANGERDOOM - Perfect Hair lyrics
[DANGERDOOM - Perfect Hair lyrics]
Perfect hair, to the second power of forever
Ask him do he need it? Hells yeah
Now or never
On a mission with friends of fair weather
Sooner the better, off to Mt tuna
Wear your leather prepared sweater
And watch out for Catman my brothers
He keep his strand slicked
Back like Scatman Crothers
A balding boy, sound like Janeane Garofalo
Fiend for a sloppy fro
Who seen the evil Coiffio?
Not me yo, I'm leavin', gone
Even if him got them bomb weavin' Kanekalon
No more or less stress than your old boss
The tears burn your eyes less
Than fresh S-curls sores
And Brenda, the best girl lost
Uncle grandfather bare chest was pearl gloss
Earl tossed
There goes a whole tray of hamburgers
Villain 'til he old and grey
Like olden day scam workers
Circa one nine seventy-one
On the mic machine it seems his
Work will never be done
He seeks the ninth level of power
But weak geek might freak it in another hour
Or so, they call the fool retarded hair guy
In school you could spot it
When he nodded "Here, why?"
I think his true name was Gerald
The toupee, the male pattern anime herald
A good laugh like the walk to the bank
Not the plank
Talk to the hand and the hot frank dog
Danger DOOM, it's Master Shake, hey buddy!
Ah, did you get those e mails I sent?
Umm, I'm still waitin, to hear from you
I I think, maybe you're
Maybe you're in the shower
Do you, are you in the shower? Okay
But I'm still, totally
I got some other stuff uhh, but I'm
I am committed more to doing yours
So, if you can let me know, today
That'd, uhh, that'd be great, okay?!
Just, just gimme a call!
And fa-for the schnizzle
For to do the rap pizzle
And again I'm really sorry
About that other one the call meatwad sucks
Okay, call me back dawg!
Ask him do he need it? Hells yeah
Now or never
On a mission with friends of fair weather
Sooner the better, off to Mt tuna
Wear your leather prepared sweater
And watch out for Catman my brothers
He keep his strand slicked
Back like Scatman Crothers
A balding boy, sound like Janeane Garofalo
Fiend for a sloppy fro
Who seen the evil Coiffio?
Not me yo, I'm leavin', gone
Even if him got them bomb weavin' Kanekalon
No more or less stress than your old boss
The tears burn your eyes less
Than fresh S-curls sores
And Brenda, the best girl lost
Uncle grandfather bare chest was pearl gloss
Earl tossed
There goes a whole tray of hamburgers
Villain 'til he old and grey
Like olden day scam workers
Circa one nine seventy-one
On the mic machine it seems his
Work will never be done
He seeks the ninth level of power
But weak geek might freak it in another hour
Or so, they call the fool retarded hair guy
In school you could spot it
When he nodded "Here, why?"
I think his true name was Gerald
The toupee, the male pattern anime herald
A good laugh like the walk to the bank
Not the plank
Talk to the hand and the hot frank dog
Danger DOOM, it's Master Shake, hey buddy!
Ah, did you get those e mails I sent?
Umm, I'm still waitin, to hear from you
I I think, maybe you're
Maybe you're in the shower
Do you, are you in the shower? Okay
But I'm still, totally
I got some other stuff uhh, but I'm
I am committed more to doing yours
So, if you can let me know, today
That'd, uhh, that'd be great, okay?!
Just, just gimme a call!
And fa-for the schnizzle
For to do the rap pizzle
And again I'm really sorry
About that other one the call meatwad sucks
Okay, call me back dawg!