JJ Demon - Purple Flip Flops lyrics

[JJ Demon - Purple Flip Flops lyrics]

Live Backwards (Backwards, haha)

Bright lights, on the night I was abducted
They looked me dead in my eyes
And saw I'm not the type to be fucked with
I’m crispier than a bucket
With a biscuit on the side
My clique mix thicker than Bisquick
Drips in the pancakes
In my purple flip flops I
Declare Hip-Hop is dead
No I don't mean it but I'm the demon
I’m just putting thoughts in your head
Can I get a bed?
All these rapers are making me
Wanna catch up on sleep!
'Cause, I get blood every time
I touch the mic
You are still trying to catch up on beats
Cut the mustard Grey Poupon
Cut it out like you cut a great coupon


I'm not singin' my dick is bigger than yours
You still pull it out like a gray futon
Shoes on at your momma's house
Think you barely wanna let it
Go to drama route
Get serious, show you what your mom's about
I put a period, in take a comma out
(Let me hear ya)
You're peanut butter jelly when you
See me rolling past you
With the top down like I'm
Riding in an open casket
You’re a block down, asking for a ride
Getting shot down often
So I guess you’re Christopher Walken!
Subtle as a tractor blade
Shit gets ugly, masturbate
You wanna kiss her you'll have to wait
How do you like my after taste?
Floating like a castaway
Fresh to death I passed away
Dubstep I don’t know where disaster waves
Mix it all and wait for your glass to break
Glass to break! (Stuck up, fuck up)

Oh man, that's the way we're banging
On the no romance!
I just fuck 'em and throw a stranglin’ on 'em
So you know what you are when we blacked out
Fucked like a passed out freshman
In the frat house my purple flip flops
Hip hop's dead (Hip hop's dead)
My purple flip flops
Hip hop's dead (Hip hop's dead)
My purple flip flops
Hip hop's dead (Hip hop's dead)
It's not dead I'm just
Freaking dubstep instead!

Party people, and I think we can all agree
We're party people
I can't remember the last time we
Were all together like this
Now it might have been last night
Or maybe the night before
But the point is, is I can't remember it!
And maybe
Just maybe that's what it's really all about
(You know what? Stop) let me hear ya
Get weird! (Bring that back)

Oh man, that's the way we're banging
On the no romance!
Just fuck 'em and throw a stranglin' on 'em
So you know what you are when we blacked out
Fucked like a passed out freshman
In the frat house my purple flip flops
Hip hop's dead (Hip hop's dead)
My purple flip flops
Hip hop's dead (Hip hop's dead)
My purple flip flops
Hip hop's dead (Hip hop's dead)
It's not dead I'm just
Freaking dubstep instead!

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