J.R. Writer - Zoolander lyrics
[J.R. Writer - Zoolander lyrics]
Uhh, Grease, a fuckin animal man
I belong in the zoo with the rest of 'em
JR writer, DipSet let's do it man, yo
My mathematics smash it, I bag it pack it
A packer's pass to the crackers
The bastard's actin erratic
A static half of a savage to have
It back in they cabbage is 'matic
After they had it and add it
Back to the attic - faggot
Ask I'm the baddest of baddest
Gather your baddest of rampers
Scrampers to clampers don't matter
Half of them bastards I'll splatter
Cap in his bladder, you'll stagger
Mac to a 'matic he's platter
I'll feel for 'em
(slow down son you're killin 'em)
Uhh, yeah, the kid with the thunder
Slip from up under
The stunner, runner runner fronter
Just admit I'm a gunner (blaow)
I've been itchin all summer
Just a quick'll a gun ya
With some shit you couldn't pump out if
You was hit wit a plunger
I do this shit cause I wanna
Not to sit in a Hummer (what?)
I've been sicker than Wonder
Who's been sick since he was younger
The game's missin it's hunger
Cause I'm that other flare others fear
I don't wanna hear
(slow down son you're killin 'em)
Cause, I'mma rippity rap, rip up and rap
Rip in a rap
Rap in a writ, rip like a mystery pack
That still rip when he rap, rippin was rap
Rappin is rip
No cuts, rips in my wristery wrap scrap
Pic, picture me back into these cats
Who grill and they grill
But they wouldn't do diddly jack
I'm still a G, kill a G, artillery pack
Bring my Biggie fiend back
(slow down son you're killin 'em)
Scratched: "Who wanna mess with me"
Scratched: "Ask I'm the baddest"
Yo I'm a menace clown listen now
I grip the pound and get it down
You'll be a missin kitten and
Sniffin the scent of hound
That leaves the ditch to
Found, captain is capped, blap blap
Fuck if you new in town
You'll still get around
I keep the addicts in attics
While I traffic the order
I done packaged the package then got
It back through the border
You need practice with package your
Stacks are stackin up shorter
Crackheads say I give 'em
Flashbacks of Rich Porter (whoa)
But, I'm past that
Give 'em back Lassie or daughter
You can't flip a thing
You're ass backwards with water
Ask faggot I'm scorcher, fuck your security
I got cats that'll pat pat them and off ya
Soon as I pass 'em the
Offer they'll ditch the G
Flick the flea a mystery the
Rest'll just be history
Yeah I'm glistery, it don't have you seasick
But just turn into somethin you'll
Be sick to see bling blaow, rings wow
Check around the ring dial
Blue Smurfs, hit em where it hurts, ping pow
I'm p-p past you I'll pass you
No cats could battle this battle
With all that babble you babble
You said you passed who I'll smack you
You hit the gravel I'm a movin menace
Youse a gimmick
Get abused in the fewest minutes
1-2 I'm finished, have a group of tenants
On the side yellin
(slow down son you're killin 'em)
This is easy
I belong in the zoo with the rest of 'em
JR writer, DipSet let's do it man, yo
My mathematics smash it, I bag it pack it
A packer's pass to the crackers
The bastard's actin erratic
A static half of a savage to have
It back in they cabbage is 'matic
After they had it and add it
Back to the attic - faggot
Ask I'm the baddest of baddest
Gather your baddest of rampers
Scrampers to clampers don't matter
Half of them bastards I'll splatter
Cap in his bladder, you'll stagger
Mac to a 'matic he's platter
I'll feel for 'em
(slow down son you're killin 'em)
Uhh, yeah, the kid with the thunder
Slip from up under
The stunner, runner runner fronter
Just admit I'm a gunner (blaow)
I've been itchin all summer
Just a quick'll a gun ya
With some shit you couldn't pump out if
You was hit wit a plunger
I do this shit cause I wanna
Not to sit in a Hummer (what?)
I've been sicker than Wonder
Who's been sick since he was younger
The game's missin it's hunger
Cause I'm that other flare others fear
I don't wanna hear
(slow down son you're killin 'em)
Cause, I'mma rippity rap, rip up and rap
Rip in a rap
Rap in a writ, rip like a mystery pack
That still rip when he rap, rippin was rap
Rappin is rip
No cuts, rips in my wristery wrap scrap
Pic, picture me back into these cats
Who grill and they grill
But they wouldn't do diddly jack
I'm still a G, kill a G, artillery pack
Bring my Biggie fiend back
(slow down son you're killin 'em)
Scratched: "Who wanna mess with me"
Scratched: "Ask I'm the baddest"
Yo I'm a menace clown listen now
I grip the pound and get it down
You'll be a missin kitten and
Sniffin the scent of hound
That leaves the ditch to
Found, captain is capped, blap blap
Fuck if you new in town
You'll still get around
I keep the addicts in attics
While I traffic the order
I done packaged the package then got
It back through the border
You need practice with package your
Stacks are stackin up shorter
Crackheads say I give 'em
Flashbacks of Rich Porter (whoa)
But, I'm past that
Give 'em back Lassie or daughter
You can't flip a thing
You're ass backwards with water
Ask faggot I'm scorcher, fuck your security
I got cats that'll pat pat them and off ya
Soon as I pass 'em the
Offer they'll ditch the G
Flick the flea a mystery the
Rest'll just be history
Yeah I'm glistery, it don't have you seasick
But just turn into somethin you'll
Be sick to see bling blaow, rings wow
Check around the ring dial
Blue Smurfs, hit em where it hurts, ping pow
I'm p-p past you I'll pass you
No cats could battle this battle
With all that babble you babble
You said you passed who I'll smack you
You hit the gravel I'm a movin menace
Youse a gimmick
Get abused in the fewest minutes
1-2 I'm finished, have a group of tenants
On the side yellin
(slow down son you're killin 'em)
This is easy