Mike Boyd, Classified - This Ain't Funny lyrics
[Mike Boyd, Classified - This Ain't Funny lyrics]
Now this ain't funny so don't you dare laugh
If you from the East then
Raise your beer glass
I'm out in the woods, follow the deer track
But watch out for wolves, hunters
And bear traps
I'm sarcastic over the top you dumb fuckers
Like Suge Knight and The Game
Me and Luke blood brothers
Go hard like butter left out
Of the fridge uncovered
Take Mother Theresa to the
Steeple nunchuk her
Mike Boyd yes none other, huh
Flow tighter than you rappers
Wearing nut huggers
Rum chugger, blunt puffer
Came to make this whole
Planet rock Afrika Bambaataa
I got three kids and a four-wheeler (pimpin')
I eat donairs and tortillas
Ain't nobody more-realer
Class got it goin' on like
The show's about to start
Trying to stay afloat up on
This ocean like Noah arc
Welcome to the Terrordome
Where bitches are prepared to bone
Show it all like Sharon Stone
But, I'm chilling here at home
And I'm a happy fellow
I hit it baritone and make my girl falsetto
Now this ain't funny so don't you dare laugh
If you from the East then
Raise your beer glass
I'm out in the woods, follow the deer track
But watch out for wolves, hunters
And bear traps
West Coast (stand up) where you at?
Down South (stand up) where you at?
Up North (stand up) where you at?
We represent with every paragraph
My dick strong, your dick weak
My dick grown, your dick shrink
Old chicks wink when I go 'N Sync
They go OMG for this old emcee
Why shout out you? You don't shout out me
Judging books by their cover
You don't know 'bout me
Yes my lines be grosser than an outhouse see
With more potency than the trees
We grow out East
Hey yo it's time for some
Action like the Navy Seals
I don't want to hit the club though, like
Baby seals
I grew up in the 80's when it was crazy real
When rappers never shot off at the
Mouth they aimed to kill
Don't be mad 'cause I sound a bit sarcastic
The lyricals and visuals we give are graphic
I got my back pack packed
Practising this black magic
It's half-life bitch but we don't
Ever half ass it
Now this ain't funny so don't you dare laugh
If you from the East then
Raise your beer glass
I'm out in the woods, follow the deer track
But watch out for wolves, hunters
And bear traps
West Coast (stand up) where you at?
Down South (stand up) where you at?
Up North (stand up) where you at?
We represent with every paragraph
If you from the East then
Raise your beer glass
I'm out in the woods, follow the deer track
But watch out for wolves, hunters
And bear traps
I'm sarcastic over the top you dumb fuckers
Like Suge Knight and The Game
Me and Luke blood brothers
Go hard like butter left out
Of the fridge uncovered
Take Mother Theresa to the
Steeple nunchuk her
Mike Boyd yes none other, huh
Flow tighter than you rappers
Wearing nut huggers
Rum chugger, blunt puffer
Came to make this whole
Planet rock Afrika Bambaataa
I got three kids and a four-wheeler (pimpin')
I eat donairs and tortillas
Ain't nobody more-realer
Class got it goin' on like
The show's about to start
Trying to stay afloat up on
This ocean like Noah arc
Welcome to the Terrordome
Where bitches are prepared to bone
Show it all like Sharon Stone
But, I'm chilling here at home
And I'm a happy fellow
I hit it baritone and make my girl falsetto
Now this ain't funny so don't you dare laugh
If you from the East then
Raise your beer glass
I'm out in the woods, follow the deer track
But watch out for wolves, hunters
And bear traps
West Coast (stand up) where you at?
Down South (stand up) where you at?
Up North (stand up) where you at?
We represent with every paragraph
My dick strong, your dick weak
My dick grown, your dick shrink
Old chicks wink when I go 'N Sync
They go OMG for this old emcee
Why shout out you? You don't shout out me
Judging books by their cover
You don't know 'bout me
Yes my lines be grosser than an outhouse see
With more potency than the trees
We grow out East
Hey yo it's time for some
Action like the Navy Seals
I don't want to hit the club though, like
Baby seals
I grew up in the 80's when it was crazy real
When rappers never shot off at the
Mouth they aimed to kill
Don't be mad 'cause I sound a bit sarcastic
The lyricals and visuals we give are graphic
I got my back pack packed
Practising this black magic
It's half-life bitch but we don't
Ever half ass it
Now this ain't funny so don't you dare laugh
If you from the East then
Raise your beer glass
I'm out in the woods, follow the deer track
But watch out for wolves, hunters
And bear traps
West Coast (stand up) where you at?
Down South (stand up) where you at?
Up North (stand up) where you at?
We represent with every paragraph