Masters of Illusion - Souped Up lyrics
[Masters of Illusion - Souped Up lyrics]
Man, I turn on the TV man
I was in the mall, one of the rappers I seen
Up at the mall wearin the gold chains
One of the guys from BET
Man them boys is souped up, just
I walked up to one with my wife
Asked for an autograph
He turned his back to me scratch:
"Because I am so cool!"
I waste no time tellin you in front
Of your ugly girlfriend you can't rhyme
Smack your engineer with a tall
Can of Olde English beer
Urinate on your SSL board
And your lyrics sheet
Defecate in the hood at your
Store for leavin your fans
Butt naked with a box of Pampers
In the middle of the street
Blow your socks off, send the girls you take
To exquisite resteraunts to Pink Hot Dog
Exclusive company just miss the masses
Talk to white girls with flat
Stomachs, no stretch marks
With black girl asses
Upscale extravagant, no autographs
Tell the Backstreet Boys I'm arrogant
Lady singers and rappers, I'm
Keith Livingston your lawyer
I'm gonna work you
My job is to give you a Benz
Close your publishing deal while I jerk you
The contract's ready
You already signed the first two
Your buttcrack is I'ma put you on Rap
City with Tigger and hurt you
Nothin to reimburse you, my voodoo curse you
Anything that come out I will alert you
Turn your ass around like a marble
Head baby and burp you
Smack you, beat you with a telephone cord
I can reach you
All I hear is "yo stop Keith, stop it Keith"
Souped up, souped up
Souped up, souped up
Yo I drop in buttwipe
Doodoo Charmin under pillows
That dude who fairyland turd
Drop with big words expose my other self
Drippin off the bedspread
Stank bed, you smell 'em in your head
Screamin
When you wake up cause it's obvious
I'm really really really funky
Typical Motion tantalizing
Climbing up the track the jock's on
Rappers watch me in the field shakin pom poms
I got a whole section of 'em loaded
Bowl reflectin to the rhyme I wrote it
Like Dr dooom, sandwich up the rotor
No appetizer just a full course meal fillin
Statements from the Motionizer
Gorilla grip, I grab rappers by they dry lips
Straight thug a bear hug
Grizzly Adams couldn't tame
Wild from Animal Bill, also precise
Yo mami cosi en carne, yo papi usted Y spice
Cause, I been spyin on her
Extremely relyin on her
Your sister too, now whatchu wanna do?
(You wanna do)
I fuck a n'ia like Chitty, Ohana too
Followed you in the air like a molecule
The standard prototype
Explicit rap extreme and souped up
Scratched: "Cause, I am so cool"
I was in the mall, one of the rappers I seen
Up at the mall wearin the gold chains
One of the guys from BET
Man them boys is souped up, just
I walked up to one with my wife
Asked for an autograph
He turned his back to me scratch:
"Because I am so cool!"
I waste no time tellin you in front
Of your ugly girlfriend you can't rhyme
Smack your engineer with a tall
Can of Olde English beer
Urinate on your SSL board
And your lyrics sheet
Defecate in the hood at your
Store for leavin your fans
Butt naked with a box of Pampers
In the middle of the street
Blow your socks off, send the girls you take
To exquisite resteraunts to Pink Hot Dog
Exclusive company just miss the masses
Talk to white girls with flat
Stomachs, no stretch marks
With black girl asses
Upscale extravagant, no autographs
Tell the Backstreet Boys I'm arrogant
Lady singers and rappers, I'm
Keith Livingston your lawyer
I'm gonna work you
My job is to give you a Benz
Close your publishing deal while I jerk you
The contract's ready
You already signed the first two
Your buttcrack is I'ma put you on Rap
City with Tigger and hurt you
Nothin to reimburse you, my voodoo curse you
Anything that come out I will alert you
Turn your ass around like a marble
Head baby and burp you
Smack you, beat you with a telephone cord
I can reach you
All I hear is "yo stop Keith, stop it Keith"
Souped up, souped up
Souped up, souped up
Yo I drop in buttwipe
Doodoo Charmin under pillows
That dude who fairyland turd
Drop with big words expose my other self
Drippin off the bedspread
Stank bed, you smell 'em in your head
Screamin
When you wake up cause it's obvious
I'm really really really funky
Typical Motion tantalizing
Climbing up the track the jock's on
Rappers watch me in the field shakin pom poms
I got a whole section of 'em loaded
Bowl reflectin to the rhyme I wrote it
Like Dr dooom, sandwich up the rotor
No appetizer just a full course meal fillin
Statements from the Motionizer
Gorilla grip, I grab rappers by they dry lips
Straight thug a bear hug
Grizzly Adams couldn't tame
Wild from Animal Bill, also precise
Yo mami cosi en carne, yo papi usted Y spice
Cause, I been spyin on her
Extremely relyin on her
Your sister too, now whatchu wanna do?
(You wanna do)
I fuck a n'ia like Chitty, Ohana too
Followed you in the air like a molecule
The standard prototype
Explicit rap extreme and souped up
Scratched: "Cause, I am so cool"