Kurious - Fresh Out the Box lyrics

Hi! How's it goin alright fellas
Ladies and gents
Welcome to a new edition of uhh
"Tap Talk USA" with your host
Louis st ide's Donkey Dick, yeah
Today we will be interviewing my
Pal my good buddy uhh big Al

Willy Scratch, that's me, Willy Scratch!
I like to scratch my ass!

How you doin Willy Scratch?
Well when the lemonade is on the line
And the milk is in the back pocket
And the burgers are on the floor
What do you like to do most?

Aww I scratch the two tumors in my BLOOMERS!
That's what I love to do, it's the best!

Ohh-kay, that's a little word


From our preacher over here on the right
But uhh when the uhh shit hit's the fan
And your uhh, tissue hit's the hand
And you wipe the diarrhea and you
Put it in a pan what do you come up with?

I get golden showers on my fucking asshairs
And on my mustache I wipe
It in your glass! HAHAHA!

"I wanna say a few words to you guys
That I've been thinking about backstage"

Three cheers for my peers for
The brew that I'm consumin
No knockin what I'm rockin cause
My confidence is boomin
Sort of like a eight oh-eight
But a fake note
Not again loop, without a paid show
Take a quick dip in my moat
Kurious the magician I'm laid back like dope
Or valium, or be chillin like I wanna
A freezer full of 40's and
A pocket full of scarma
Shit is on the verge to break
Throw on my fluffy white hat
With a tendency to bake
Motherfuckers til they're cripsy
I mean fuckin BURNED
Bout time that you learned kid
Check what I did flip the lid of my brew
Givin a quip a dollar or two
CM crew, rocks more pull than a ox
Fresh out the box

"Fresh out the box" Run-DMC

Check it out no it doesn't take a sleuth
To know I'm hundred proof
I raise the fuckin roof
Get looser than a tooth
In a, elderly's gums
I collect healthier sums
Of loot when I'm out drinkin with the bums
Pour in contributions
Slide to the liquor spot
Brothers put their money on me
Cause I'm figured to rock
Yeah, with that shit that booms
Hoppin trains is a pain I
Maintain in the tombs
Crack the judge with a grudge
"I don't like Puerto Ricans"
Speakin on the Jones, made bail
And now I'm leapin and jumpin
True to the time, my shit is pumpin
Think you wanna talk? I'm dumb
I don't know nothin
Jack shit, suck a fat dick you fuckin bastard
I'm illy with the
Drinkin wines gettin plastered
While you maintain, in your donut shops
Kids runnin with Glocks, fresh out the box

"Fresh out the box" Run-DMC

Uhhh, check it out
Dropper of the funk, not a beef initiator
Temperature's on, rise like the equator
Later for the bullshit
Save the tip for the waiter
"Was the pussy good sir?" I don't know
I never ate her plant tabs on my tongue so
My thoughts can grow
"Aiyyo your lyrics is corn" like the
One on my toe to get with Kurious you gots
Ta keep on tryin son
And when it comes to fucks - nah
I don't give a flyin one
If fucks had wings yo I'd be flyin forever
Pullin on a lover with her pet
A peacock lover dipped in ink
You're +Pretty in Pink+
Molly Ringwald got scald
The water in the sink
Was red hot - OOPS, almost forgot
And if the honey look good
I walk her like a rott-
-weiler, I style her
In other words sport her
She tried to dig my pockets
But yo I caught her
Sorta bugged ain't it? Dig the
Flow of the rhyme
You know the ho fainted when
I showed her mine
Jumpin out the socks whether cotton or mesh
Guaranteed out the box
That my shit stay fresh

"Fresh out the box" Run-DMC