Ghettosocks - Onlyindamornin' lyrics
[Ghettosocks - Onlyindamornin' lyrics]
I'll show you what this man is about
Watch me damage your house
I won't trample or shout - I'll
Just trash it and bounce
Flip your shorty so quick
Switched her pants with her blouse
If your head's in the room put
Your hands in the clouds
Got a lot of props, we handing them out
While some panicking mannequins stand
In the route hit the hood in Atlanta
With your cameras out?
That'll get you Lynyrd Skynyrd you
Know: banned from the South
We landed on Mount Rushmore and bust four
Presidents plus four fans in the mouth
Socks keeps planning it out, expanding it out
Putting up streams like some salmon or trout
Forget Planet Rock
You're on a planet of doubt
So abandon the man in the mirror's vanity now
It's calamity how I'll be slamming the sound
Play me in your living room and
Catch a tan on the couch
I drop with the impact of two asteroids
That'll turn a pair of goons into two fanboys
The man deploys, toucans enjoy
While your loops sound fruity and too flamboy
I do avoid because I'm too annoyed
Like Gary Busey accused of shrooms and 'roids
I never subscribed to Tom Cruise tabloids
(Katey never gave birth
They bought a cute android)
Megatron's back, omega beams blast
Nobody wants to play me like a Sega Dreamcast
Bring a mega long gat cause
My head'll reach past
East and west beef and get
An Pebble Beach hat
Yo Dex - put me up where the levels peak at
And the small-tittied singers acapella b-flat
Bet ya sweet ass when this fella speak fat
I'm a tell 'em shit is real
Like a Tel Aviv map
The task is great to
Fascinate the massive state
Of passive fakes who pass the
Plate but lack the taste
For pasta, steak and After Eights
They have to wait or keep
Up and match the pace
Tabulate the average rate that cats
Get played in rap today
Like racking paint get stashed away
And fast to blame the past on fate
Either that or dad's mistakes so act your age
Try and digest, no hurry
If the shit gave y'all
Headaches like McFlurries
I'm hot off the top
Old Russian hat's stilly furry
Recognize like Ghost-bustin' ass Bill Murray
I've earned my stripes from burning mics
While others were concerned with ice
I learned to write
OC told 'em "Time's Up" - word to life
And as the day turns to night, I'm perma-hype
Watch me damage your house
I won't trample or shout - I'll
Just trash it and bounce
Flip your shorty so quick
Switched her pants with her blouse
If your head's in the room put
Your hands in the clouds
Got a lot of props, we handing them out
While some panicking mannequins stand
In the route hit the hood in Atlanta
With your cameras out?
That'll get you Lynyrd Skynyrd you
Know: banned from the South
We landed on Mount Rushmore and bust four
Presidents plus four fans in the mouth
Socks keeps planning it out, expanding it out
Putting up streams like some salmon or trout
Forget Planet Rock
You're on a planet of doubt
So abandon the man in the mirror's vanity now
It's calamity how I'll be slamming the sound
Play me in your living room and
Catch a tan on the couch
I drop with the impact of two asteroids
That'll turn a pair of goons into two fanboys
The man deploys, toucans enjoy
While your loops sound fruity and too flamboy
I do avoid because I'm too annoyed
Like Gary Busey accused of shrooms and 'roids
I never subscribed to Tom Cruise tabloids
(Katey never gave birth
They bought a cute android)
Megatron's back, omega beams blast
Nobody wants to play me like a Sega Dreamcast
Bring a mega long gat cause
My head'll reach past
East and west beef and get
An Pebble Beach hat
Yo Dex - put me up where the levels peak at
And the small-tittied singers acapella b-flat
Bet ya sweet ass when this fella speak fat
I'm a tell 'em shit is real
Like a Tel Aviv map
The task is great to
Fascinate the massive state
Of passive fakes who pass the
Plate but lack the taste
For pasta, steak and After Eights
They have to wait or keep
Up and match the pace
Tabulate the average rate that cats
Get played in rap today
Like racking paint get stashed away
And fast to blame the past on fate
Either that or dad's mistakes so act your age
Try and digest, no hurry
If the shit gave y'all
Headaches like McFlurries
I'm hot off the top
Old Russian hat's stilly furry
Recognize like Ghost-bustin' ass Bill Murray
I've earned my stripes from burning mics
While others were concerned with ice
I learned to write
OC told 'em "Time's Up" - word to life
And as the day turns to night, I'm perma-hype