Freshy Kanal, Lawless Marshall, LittleFlecks, Otbprods - Edgar Wright vs. Wes Anderson lyrics
Freshy Kanal
[Freshy Kanal, Lawless Marshall, LittleFlecks, Otbprods - Edgar Wright vs. Wes Anderson lyrics]
Wes, you'll get fired eventually
And you maybe should
Let Edgar teach you how to
Wright for the greater good
Oh, I missed the memo, excuse me
Didn't know we
Had to dress like the pretentious chodes
You put in your movies
Dude, I'll smack the side of your face
And before you bitch and scream
I'll smack the other side
Satisify that symmetry
Your films are proof that quirky doesn't
Equal good you hipster freak
There are more actors than just
Lightning McQueen to pick between
I'd think you're drunk with the shit
You pitch for a theater screen
But you look seventeen, Sergeant Ange
L check this kid's ID such a scrawny cunt
I don't need to flow no more
I'll go to the Winchester and wait
For you to blow over
Eddie is very dead set on the sentiment
That he is better than me
Sure, when I imagine academy I
Think repetitive parody cheese
Sheesh, we're meant to be rapping in
Battle, not wrapping the camera
So why are you making a scene?
Now, I'll demonstrate how I tend
To slay the boggis, bunce, and beat
Every moment in my portfolio lies a
Photo devised so totally ideal
Over designed with every particular detail
I soaked in my style
I'm keeping emotion and dialogue
Both in my mind
You open the page and jot a one liner
Thinking you're goated with writing and end
Up with Last Night in So-so
No wife? That's not shocking, this director
Couldn't shoot himself a date
He's cock-blocking
You trip over your words so damn much
It's disturbing
Though observing your early work
You're accustomed to slurring
Here's how to make a Wes Anderson flick
Force Bill Murray to act and
Then pander to pricks
With some pseudo intellectual banter and wit
Make everybody sick with just how
Bad the camera work is
I saw Scott Pilgrim and it had me perplexed
I wonder if this nerd knows
How to use After Effects
Hire some extras to rap 'gainst me
Since you cannot one-v-one me
I'll stomp your fanbase they're
So brain-dead that
You got them to play zombies
Ok, it's kinda funny you've said that
When I could cast you as a
Zombie Mr shaun of the Deadpan
Your mise-en-scene is miserable
It looks like Shrek's vomit
I will take your pastel color palettes
And put red on 'em
I know you like to drizzle
Your past in the mix (Shit)
Your folks' divorce papers made up
Half of your scripts
When Disney realize your films are
Filled with grandma fetish gunk
You'll get fired eventually, Chekov's Gun
You spit wack, I though you could sync tracks
I can never sit back 'cuz your
Whip pans give me whiplash
You should ditch this match like Ant-Man
The French Dispatch your films
Into trash Cannes
Sly dresser like Mr fox, executive on the set
While Wes is dropping the jaws
A guy sunk his in your leg
I'll keep Owen by my side
Even when the show's over
You thought you were hot stuff and
Gave Nick Frost the cold shoulder
Critics are chasing you down
Now you're stuck on da fence
Of course you named it Cornetto
Those plots are wafer thin
And here's how to take a dive like
The state of your dated lineup
You drive an audience away with
The cast of Baby Driver
And you maybe should
Let Edgar teach you how to
Wright for the greater good
Oh, I missed the memo, excuse me
Didn't know we
Had to dress like the pretentious chodes
You put in your movies
Dude, I'll smack the side of your face
And before you bitch and scream
I'll smack the other side
Satisify that symmetry
Your films are proof that quirky doesn't
Equal good you hipster freak
There are more actors than just
Lightning McQueen to pick between
I'd think you're drunk with the shit
You pitch for a theater screen
But you look seventeen, Sergeant Ange
L check this kid's ID such a scrawny cunt
I don't need to flow no more
I'll go to the Winchester and wait
For you to blow over
Eddie is very dead set on the sentiment
That he is better than me
Sure, when I imagine academy I
Think repetitive parody cheese
Sheesh, we're meant to be rapping in
Battle, not wrapping the camera
So why are you making a scene?
Now, I'll demonstrate how I tend
To slay the boggis, bunce, and beat
Every moment in my portfolio lies a
Photo devised so totally ideal
Over designed with every particular detail
I soaked in my style
I'm keeping emotion and dialogue
Both in my mind
You open the page and jot a one liner
Thinking you're goated with writing and end
Up with Last Night in So-so
No wife? That's not shocking, this director
Couldn't shoot himself a date
He's cock-blocking
You trip over your words so damn much
It's disturbing
Though observing your early work
You're accustomed to slurring
Here's how to make a Wes Anderson flick
Force Bill Murray to act and
Then pander to pricks
With some pseudo intellectual banter and wit
Make everybody sick with just how
Bad the camera work is
I saw Scott Pilgrim and it had me perplexed
I wonder if this nerd knows
How to use After Effects
Hire some extras to rap 'gainst me
Since you cannot one-v-one me
I'll stomp your fanbase they're
So brain-dead that
You got them to play zombies
Ok, it's kinda funny you've said that
When I could cast you as a
Zombie Mr shaun of the Deadpan
Your mise-en-scene is miserable
It looks like Shrek's vomit
I will take your pastel color palettes
And put red on 'em
I know you like to drizzle
Your past in the mix (Shit)
Your folks' divorce papers made up
Half of your scripts
When Disney realize your films are
Filled with grandma fetish gunk
You'll get fired eventually, Chekov's Gun
You spit wack, I though you could sync tracks
I can never sit back 'cuz your
Whip pans give me whiplash
You should ditch this match like Ant-Man
The French Dispatch your films
Into trash Cannes
Sly dresser like Mr fox, executive on the set
While Wes is dropping the jaws
A guy sunk his in your leg
I'll keep Owen by my side
Even when the show's over
You thought you were hot stuff and
Gave Nick Frost the cold shoulder
Critics are chasing you down
Now you're stuck on da fence
Of course you named it Cornetto
Those plots are wafer thin
And here's how to take a dive like
The state of your dated lineup
You drive an audience away with
The cast of Baby Driver