lyrics
Pat Sajak
check out my beat mang yeah i made that
come a long way from messing with an 8 track
where the lames at i'm getting payback
riding on a big wheel call me pat sajack
fresh like that kid playing chess
looking cool even in a sweater vest
take a guess
why my wild styles blessed
better be quick to draw like the wild wild west
pile drive the rest like wwf
leave em deaf dumb and blind
u couldn't kick a better rhyme
line after line its like a rap roast
last ghostwriter i had became a real ghost
keep your trap closed while i mack hoes
cockblocking you jocks on fucking frat row
thats a fact yo i'm hella weird son
decepticon azwan never fear none
thats right speak in 3rd person
murdering you herbs bigger nerds than ferguson
kill em softly kill em tender
i'm making beats while you brag about your benders
but badruzz do booze sometime to stay loose
and obtuse to crews who ain't up on my cous cous
ya'll can chew on my pupu platter
don't matter you get fatter with my nonsense
more hate than your youtube comments
from whence i came jacked brains from noggins
log in log out
fuck all that noise badboys rock out
bad girls bad wives dads bad lies
eyes on the prize its right between her thighs
died in her pussy so i got 9 lives
allergic to my rhymes watch you break out in hives
break out the knives like a prep chef samurai
calling all u out like hey you guys!
chorus
best kept secret like victoria
just wait they'll get bored of ya'
pop goes the weasel and the weasel goes pop
fiend for a needle leave you fetal in a drop top
on stage can't wait to regurgitate
them old hits but shit now your third rate
desperate times and up goes the murder rate
confused and bent like a question mark vertabrae
scary getting hairy like chewbacca
in a straight jacket going wakka wakka wakka
mad acid, souls gone flaccid
basket case embrace the late don dada
cop a lotto ticket playing cricket with a midget
smiley face boxers looking extra fitted
nobody spit how i spit it when i rip it on the mike
its night night, walk into the white light
from a great height you might see azwanicus
perfect stranger balky bartokamis
haunted this metropolis like banksy
no need to thank me ya'll are too dainty
try to sympathize but i can't believe these punks
embarrassing like when your family is drunk
faking the funk like silicone badonkadonk
a lot of people ask
"where the fuck did u come from!?"
credits
released 21 March 2013
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