Mac Lethal - Nerdy White Kid Kills Look At Me Now lyrics
[Mac Lethal - Nerdy White Kid Kills Look At Me Now lyrics]
Yo, yellow cheese, eggs, white pancake batter
Put a little bit up on the skillet
When it starts to bubble
Flip it over with your spatula
Yeah, yeah, that shit look like my breakfast
I gotta remember to flip
The motherfucker over
After cookin’ it for thirty seconds
Ladies love me I got my OJ
Everybody said to do another fast
Rap to this beat so I said "Okay"
But I’ma speed it up real, real, real fast
‘Til the whole damn bottle is gone
And I’m challenging Busta, Watsky and Twista
Any of you rap kids, follow along! C'mon!
Cook with me now, unh!
Cook with me now, unh! Unh!
I’m making pancakes cook with me now, unh!
Cook with me now, unh! Unh!
Fresher than a muh'fucka
Chris Brown broke up with Rihanna
So he’s lookin’ for another silly idiotic
Ho that he can beat up
I wish that he was man enough
To get inside the octagon
I'd kick him in the noggin
Like I’m Lyoto Machida
Front kick to the face just by
Me throwin’ my feet up
Winkin’ at Rihanna, "Baby
Please show us your D-cups!"
I’m givin’ it to the man
The cakes are stickin’ right to the pan
Your fate is imminent, I’ma diminish it
Got the weed to smoke to re-up
It’s done, that’s done, that cake is done!
Let’s go! Gotta butter up another one
And put it on the skillet
Couple minutes ‘til it’s done done
Ain’t nobody fuckin’ with this kid
So tell Jerry Sandusky I’m gonna kill
Him with a stun gun
Come-come get a-get a-get a-get a crumb
Hit a spitta with a fit of
Venom when I split a drum
Take another visit in a minute
Where the menaces to the
Society is In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida
You're Danny Devito when I belittle
Literally it’ll better you
Battling anybody with a better
View ahead of you
Like bitter batter batter I’ma hit you
With an auto mo' battery
Bada-bing, bada bada boom, boom!
I’m the king, better get a clue
Get offended when I’m sentimental and
I spit at you i’m thinkin’ about my rhythm
It's dope and much better
These rappers think they’re animals nope
It's Chuck Testa gotta get up
The economy's a little brutal to me
The dichotomy ain't suitable
I gotta go to Pluto for
A little bit of comedy
Or something beautiful
There's nothing beautiful about this world
I'm gonna pucker up my lips to barf
Gonna choke a fuckin’ rapper
In his hipster scarf
I’m never gonna put another piece
Of music out deliberately
If it isn't genuine and grips the heart
Winter’s hard, so have some pancakes!
Made by me, motherfucker!
The Chael Sonnen of rap music
Enjoy your breakfast! Mac Lethal, biatch!
Put a little bit up on the skillet
When it starts to bubble
Flip it over with your spatula
Yeah, yeah, that shit look like my breakfast
I gotta remember to flip
The motherfucker over
After cookin’ it for thirty seconds
Ladies love me I got my OJ
Everybody said to do another fast
Rap to this beat so I said "Okay"
But I’ma speed it up real, real, real fast
‘Til the whole damn bottle is gone
And I’m challenging Busta, Watsky and Twista
Any of you rap kids, follow along! C'mon!
Cook with me now, unh!
Cook with me now, unh! Unh!
I’m making pancakes cook with me now, unh!
Cook with me now, unh! Unh!
Fresher than a muh'fucka
Chris Brown broke up with Rihanna
So he’s lookin’ for another silly idiotic
Ho that he can beat up
I wish that he was man enough
To get inside the octagon
I'd kick him in the noggin
Like I’m Lyoto Machida
Front kick to the face just by
Me throwin’ my feet up
Winkin’ at Rihanna, "Baby
Please show us your D-cups!"
I’m givin’ it to the man
The cakes are stickin’ right to the pan
Your fate is imminent, I’ma diminish it
Got the weed to smoke to re-up
It’s done, that’s done, that cake is done!
Let’s go! Gotta butter up another one
And put it on the skillet
Couple minutes ‘til it’s done done
Ain’t nobody fuckin’ with this kid
So tell Jerry Sandusky I’m gonna kill
Him with a stun gun
Come-come get a-get a-get a-get a crumb
Hit a spitta with a fit of
Venom when I split a drum
Take another visit in a minute
Where the menaces to the
Society is In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida
You're Danny Devito when I belittle
Literally it’ll better you
Battling anybody with a better
View ahead of you
Like bitter batter batter I’ma hit you
With an auto mo' battery
Bada-bing, bada bada boom, boom!
I’m the king, better get a clue
Get offended when I’m sentimental and
I spit at you i’m thinkin’ about my rhythm
It's dope and much better
These rappers think they’re animals nope
It's Chuck Testa gotta get up
The economy's a little brutal to me
The dichotomy ain't suitable
I gotta go to Pluto for
A little bit of comedy
Or something beautiful
There's nothing beautiful about this world
I'm gonna pucker up my lips to barf
Gonna choke a fuckin’ rapper
In his hipster scarf
I’m never gonna put another piece
Of music out deliberately
If it isn't genuine and grips the heart
Winter’s hard, so have some pancakes!
Made by me, motherfucker!
The Chael Sonnen of rap music
Enjoy your breakfast! Mac Lethal, biatch!