Mac Lethal - Hair Products lyrics
[Mac Lethal - Hair Products lyrics]
You know I'm bald so hard
That my whole head's shiny
So it's easy to find me
What's Rogaine to a mothafucka like me
Could you please remind me?
Bald so hard this shit's grey
Gotta sweep all the hair in the trash again
Gotta buzz it, gotta keep it really
Short, i gotta shave it
Or I'm looking like I'm Khloe Kardashian
See I'm a bald, bad-ass like Dana White
When I roll up on your bitchy ass
In a slick Prius
And I fight you when I'm high
As fuck like Nick Diaz, and never get rehab
I'm getting cinematic with it
Anybody wanna try to fuck with
Lethal for their benefit?
I'mma kick you so hard
That my shin'll split
Lil bitch, better get a mental grip
Or I'mma run you over in a rental whip
I'm givin a kiss to Beyonce's chest
You wiggaz are bangin ya head like
Kanye West against a stop sign
You thinkin of makin guns
Illegal? I don't care
I already bought mine
I slip in the clip then I
Finger the trigger and pop nines
I'm gonna burn the flag
Got the Constitution up in my pocket
Thinkin like a prophet, superhuman
When I rock it
Let's turn down the beat and watch it
Check it you gonna get shredded, beheaded
Deaded my head is red like I fed it unleaded
Embedded etiquette, mega-prophetic
Never been hesitant
Every devilish measurement of my
Lyrics is 77 megabit's
Sippin on a little hot sake watch me
All the rappers always tryin
To copy is sloppy i'm sick in the booth
I'm stickin' and movin'
I'm kickin' a groove and I'm musically
Bombin' you like Nagasaki
So fuck anybody if they don't like sushi
I smack Demi Moore on her old white booty
Cuz kiddo when I'm bonin
I push a girl's slot to 12
Am like Leno did to Conan
Get the telephone and call the cops
Come and search my head for the baldest spot
I'm like Bonnar and Griffin when
I be bombin the rhythm
And all you lil booty bitches
Is just Donner and Blitzen
Blitzin a Black and Decker rhythm man
The mackest mechanism waitin for
The day that Breaking Bad is
Back on television listen
I'm hoping your flow's gonna
Be tighter fuck anybody
That ever stole one of my lighters
That my whole head's shiny
So it's easy to find me
What's Rogaine to a mothafucka like me
Could you please remind me?
Bald so hard this shit's grey
Gotta sweep all the hair in the trash again
Gotta buzz it, gotta keep it really
Short, i gotta shave it
Or I'm looking like I'm Khloe Kardashian
See I'm a bald, bad-ass like Dana White
When I roll up on your bitchy ass
In a slick Prius
And I fight you when I'm high
As fuck like Nick Diaz, and never get rehab
I'm getting cinematic with it
Anybody wanna try to fuck with
Lethal for their benefit?
I'mma kick you so hard
That my shin'll split
Lil bitch, better get a mental grip
Or I'mma run you over in a rental whip
I'm givin a kiss to Beyonce's chest
You wiggaz are bangin ya head like
Kanye West against a stop sign
You thinkin of makin guns
Illegal? I don't care
I already bought mine
I slip in the clip then I
Finger the trigger and pop nines
I'm gonna burn the flag
Got the Constitution up in my pocket
Thinkin like a prophet, superhuman
When I rock it
Let's turn down the beat and watch it
Check it you gonna get shredded, beheaded
Deaded my head is red like I fed it unleaded
Embedded etiquette, mega-prophetic
Never been hesitant
Every devilish measurement of my
Lyrics is 77 megabit's
Sippin on a little hot sake watch me
All the rappers always tryin
To copy is sloppy i'm sick in the booth
I'm stickin' and movin'
I'm kickin' a groove and I'm musically
Bombin' you like Nagasaki
So fuck anybody if they don't like sushi
I smack Demi Moore on her old white booty
Cuz kiddo when I'm bonin
I push a girl's slot to 12
Am like Leno did to Conan
Get the telephone and call the cops
Come and search my head for the baldest spot
I'm like Bonnar and Griffin when
I be bombin the rhythm
And all you lil booty bitches
Is just Donner and Blitzen
Blitzin a Black and Decker rhythm man
The mackest mechanism waitin for
The day that Breaking Bad is
Back on television listen
I'm hoping your flow's gonna
Be tighter fuck anybody
That ever stole one of my lighters