Oddjobs, Eyedea - Tricked lyrics
[Oddjobs, Eyedea - Tricked lyrics]
This year Halloween fell on a weekend
Always brings a warning of the winter season
And wind up with a handful of dick sausage
Is Las Vegas in the house?
Cuz I'm feelin' lucky just to be
Object of they shit talk
Day by day it's more impossible to cope
'Bout to break some bottles
Tell your girl to grab a Coke
Write your last love letter
It's apocalypse now
We be buggin' like live while
You be hoein' around
Better get the message 'fore you
Get your head severed
I can do it better than
Your local street vendor
Pardon the slaughter of daughters and sons
Run we built the bomb, so we mic the drum
I make big money, I drive big cars
That’s the rigs
I don’t behave or big dream anymore
Before the cordial fuck you
Who do you think you are you think too hard
You are not sane
The fact that your wack speech puts you
In direct breach of our agreement
When intellect peaks and starts it's down
Hill journey beware the next scene
That everywhere the bleeding consists of
Multiple close up shots wherein
My fist gratefully introduces your
Teeth to the cement
Contract I signed legally binds
Me to nonviolence
But, I didn’t know that you
Was gon' be rhyming
So now it is time to set the
Lawyers aside and start destroying your pride
I’m annoyed with your vibe
The tone in your voice when
You cry reminds me of
Every other motherfucker I’ve crossed
That talked too much
Got crushed, lost his life
Was tossed right off the mic
Is in my nauseous nights
The moral of the story is stick to
Your word and you won’t be served
At night I can't sleep, I toss and turn
Still got a lot to learn
Before i hop the curve
Shot of verb and a herd
Of herbs got disturbed
When I dropped my verse on top
They lost they nerve
Make dumb cats run laps with a dunce cap
Never come back 'til the sun's black
Here's a fun fact if the thought occurs
Are you actin' like you're not concerned
I'ma stop the earth and hit
You with a monitor
Steppin' up the game, messin' up your brain
Respect this
You wettin' up they dame, freshen up they aim
Tourette's kid
I'm fucked off your guest list
It's impressive
Your girl found your anniversary necklace
So buy me breakfast
Always brings a warning of the winter season
And wind up with a handful of dick sausage
Is Las Vegas in the house?
Cuz I'm feelin' lucky just to be
Object of they shit talk
Day by day it's more impossible to cope
'Bout to break some bottles
Tell your girl to grab a Coke
Write your last love letter
It's apocalypse now
We be buggin' like live while
You be hoein' around
Better get the message 'fore you
Get your head severed
I can do it better than
Your local street vendor
Pardon the slaughter of daughters and sons
Run we built the bomb, so we mic the drum
I make big money, I drive big cars
That’s the rigs
I don’t behave or big dream anymore
Before the cordial fuck you
Who do you think you are you think too hard
You are not sane
The fact that your wack speech puts you
In direct breach of our agreement
When intellect peaks and starts it's down
Hill journey beware the next scene
That everywhere the bleeding consists of
Multiple close up shots wherein
My fist gratefully introduces your
Teeth to the cement
Contract I signed legally binds
Me to nonviolence
But, I didn’t know that you
Was gon' be rhyming
So now it is time to set the
Lawyers aside and start destroying your pride
I’m annoyed with your vibe
The tone in your voice when
You cry reminds me of
Every other motherfucker I’ve crossed
That talked too much
Got crushed, lost his life
Was tossed right off the mic
Is in my nauseous nights
The moral of the story is stick to
Your word and you won’t be served
At night I can't sleep, I toss and turn
Still got a lot to learn
Before i hop the curve
Shot of verb and a herd
Of herbs got disturbed
When I dropped my verse on top
They lost they nerve
Make dumb cats run laps with a dunce cap
Never come back 'til the sun's black
Here's a fun fact if the thought occurs
Are you actin' like you're not concerned
I'ma stop the earth and hit
You with a monitor
Steppin' up the game, messin' up your brain
Respect this
You wettin' up they dame, freshen up they aim
Tourette's kid
I'm fucked off your guest list
It's impressive
Your girl found your anniversary necklace
So buy me breakfast