STU BANGAS, ILL BILL, Goretex - Pop Up lyrics
[STU BANGAS, ILL BILL, Goretex - Pop Up lyrics]
Detergent Lord, washin' bricks, self service
Like Weird Al
I'm dipped in all green like a surgeon
Make crews nervous
Look at the camera laughin' like Mr roper
We sold your sister brown tar
She a dope smoker pushed juice to Melle Mel
Bottle under the toaster
My face in the Post Office
On the wall is the poster
Bo Derek chicks in corn rows on the sofa
Y'all pussy like tofu cats that watch Oprah
Small time, like a midget grippin' the pistol
My custard's all young bitches in
Love with the crystal
Sluts like White Kendra
Take her arm in the source plant
Like Bad Lieutenant
Pullin' over mommies on off ramps
It's the Meat Locker, baby Iceman
Make a corpse dance
This beat like a slaughterhouse the
Altar when I call fans
Keep the grip with the bananas on
These new cats are just pussies on
Xanax when the cameras on
Ayo, my plug threw it all in the sin-sack
Like Black Flag
Throwin' TV parties with 6 packs
You on stage in your man's jersey
You never pop up
Ya scared to get your hands dirty
Pop up Gore
I'll pop you with your pop-up store
You get mopped up and shot with the Mossberg
Raw!
Check it! Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo!
Billy Bolero, get dinero with pistol hold
The Pyrex hiss like a cobra
When I whip the yola sizzle then pop
The smoke from the pistol is hot
Blow crystals off the nipples of thots
The hottest shit they could ever say
I already said
And said it better on a better beat
Again and again
My llamas eat you like piranhas
Leave you arm less
Chop you up like shawarma or
Chopped cheese in Harlem
Grab a seat, open a book
Won't hurt you to look and listen kid
Matter fact you might learn somethin' quick
Pop up raw, with Gore at your pop-up store
You get mopped up and shot with the Mossberg
Whore!
Like Weird Al
I'm dipped in all green like a surgeon
Make crews nervous
Look at the camera laughin' like Mr roper
We sold your sister brown tar
She a dope smoker pushed juice to Melle Mel
Bottle under the toaster
My face in the Post Office
On the wall is the poster
Bo Derek chicks in corn rows on the sofa
Y'all pussy like tofu cats that watch Oprah
Small time, like a midget grippin' the pistol
My custard's all young bitches in
Love with the crystal
Sluts like White Kendra
Take her arm in the source plant
Like Bad Lieutenant
Pullin' over mommies on off ramps
It's the Meat Locker, baby Iceman
Make a corpse dance
This beat like a slaughterhouse the
Altar when I call fans
Keep the grip with the bananas on
These new cats are just pussies on
Xanax when the cameras on
Ayo, my plug threw it all in the sin-sack
Like Black Flag
Throwin' TV parties with 6 packs
You on stage in your man's jersey
You never pop up
Ya scared to get your hands dirty
Pop up Gore
I'll pop you with your pop-up store
You get mopped up and shot with the Mossberg
Raw!
Check it! Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo!
Billy Bolero, get dinero with pistol hold
The Pyrex hiss like a cobra
When I whip the yola sizzle then pop
The smoke from the pistol is hot
Blow crystals off the nipples of thots
The hottest shit they could ever say
I already said
And said it better on a better beat
Again and again
My llamas eat you like piranhas
Leave you arm less
Chop you up like shawarma or
Chopped cheese in Harlem
Grab a seat, open a book
Won't hurt you to look and listen kid
Matter fact you might learn somethin' quick
Pop up raw, with Gore at your pop-up store
You get mopped up and shot with the Mossberg
Whore!