th1rt3en - Goats Head lyrics
[th1rt3en - Goats Head lyrics]
Please excuse me, baby
But I know I've been gone a long time
It's hard for me to pay these bills
(It's pretty hard)
It's difficult for me to write these rhymes
But, I think a time has come for me to man up
Will the real goat now please, stand up?
Hands up (Hands up) , hands up (Hands up)
See, rumor has it that I use the F-word a lot
Fuck you, shut the fuck up
And also Scorpios like to F a lot
Screw you, what the fuck?
They can't fuck with the gear
Or the outer wig
My whole New York steez are fucked outta here
New bars to bang my bear rocks
This year we gon' take it all
The way to the top
With an entirely new fucking plan
This year I'ma be the fucking man, huh
Rap circles around your mind
That's profound rap
You shouldn't respond or try to
Wrap your mind around that
These artists are like mirrors, gross
You all resemble my pupils when
I look really close
They pop pills and use syrup
I use syrup to pill
Pickpockets and pop toast and I
Cut the goat's head off and show the planet
Cut the goat's head off and view it panoramic
Cut the goat's head off
Set off a whole new topic
About the top-five anti-satanic
Please excuse me, baby
But I know I've been gone a long time
It's hard for me to pay these bills
(It's pretty hard)
It's difficult for me to write these rhymes
But, I think a time has come for me to man up
Will the real goat now please, stand up?
Hands up (Hands up) , hands up (Hands up)
Vomit methodical gospel, agnostic apostle
Pop shit and kick two Chinese
Chop sticks through your nostrils
Stand ten feet tall
Reading Rumi in the room
It's not really roomy at all
Handmade tales of truth
Never tales of grandeur
The master of ceremonies
The handmaids' commander
Slaying these serpents twice
Especially if it still slithers
Morph a singer into a duck
Just before I hang 'em
I burn 'em at the stake
Until it's bill withers
Sleep with a pair of dimes that
Don't mind that they time split
Plus they promote me too
That's the paradigm shift
Juxtaposition is that opulence is limited
Women offering me top 'cause I'm
Popular with the penmanship
Got ice on my watch
Like an undocumented immigrant
So I doctored the dockets so
That the document could benefit
I'm begging you please, no more slow-mo
No more free promo here, my nigga
That's a no no
For rappers with the sheer audacity to
Ask a verse is pro bono
They never had a clue
That's on the low though
Always had a motherfucking hunch, quasimoto
Please excuse me, baby
But i know I've been gone
A long, long, long, long time
Don't know if I'll ever be back again, nah
You need to love me
(Love me) , love me (Love me)
Love me (Love me) , love me, ohhh
Stop the music, stop the music
What's the matter, you need more oil?
No, that beast he's checking us out
But I know I've been gone a long time
It's hard for me to pay these bills
(It's pretty hard)
It's difficult for me to write these rhymes
But, I think a time has come for me to man up
Will the real goat now please, stand up?
Hands up (Hands up) , hands up (Hands up)
See, rumor has it that I use the F-word a lot
Fuck you, shut the fuck up
And also Scorpios like to F a lot
Screw you, what the fuck?
They can't fuck with the gear
Or the outer wig
My whole New York steez are fucked outta here
New bars to bang my bear rocks
This year we gon' take it all
The way to the top
With an entirely new fucking plan
This year I'ma be the fucking man, huh
Rap circles around your mind
That's profound rap
You shouldn't respond or try to
Wrap your mind around that
These artists are like mirrors, gross
You all resemble my pupils when
I look really close
They pop pills and use syrup
I use syrup to pill
Pickpockets and pop toast and I
Cut the goat's head off and show the planet
Cut the goat's head off and view it panoramic
Cut the goat's head off
Set off a whole new topic
About the top-five anti-satanic
Please excuse me, baby
But I know I've been gone a long time
It's hard for me to pay these bills
(It's pretty hard)
It's difficult for me to write these rhymes
But, I think a time has come for me to man up
Will the real goat now please, stand up?
Hands up (Hands up) , hands up (Hands up)
Vomit methodical gospel, agnostic apostle
Pop shit and kick two Chinese
Chop sticks through your nostrils
Stand ten feet tall
Reading Rumi in the room
It's not really roomy at all
Handmade tales of truth
Never tales of grandeur
The master of ceremonies
The handmaids' commander
Slaying these serpents twice
Especially if it still slithers
Morph a singer into a duck
Just before I hang 'em
I burn 'em at the stake
Until it's bill withers
Sleep with a pair of dimes that
Don't mind that they time split
Plus they promote me too
That's the paradigm shift
Juxtaposition is that opulence is limited
Women offering me top 'cause I'm
Popular with the penmanship
Got ice on my watch
Like an undocumented immigrant
So I doctored the dockets so
That the document could benefit
I'm begging you please, no more slow-mo
No more free promo here, my nigga
That's a no no
For rappers with the sheer audacity to
Ask a verse is pro bono
They never had a clue
That's on the low though
Always had a motherfucking hunch, quasimoto
Please excuse me, baby
But i know I've been gone
A long, long, long, long time
Don't know if I'll ever be back again, nah
You need to love me
(Love me) , love me (Love me)
Love me (Love me) , love me, ohhh
Stop the music, stop the music
What's the matter, you need more oil?
No, that beast he's checking us out