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great dain - jive turkey lyrics

[intro: scene from the movie semi-pro]

lou redwood: “i’m pretty sure that you called me a jive turkey.”

monix: “no, no, now, lou. n0body called anyone a ‘jt’.”

lou redwood: “jive turkey is a little over the line, my man!”

jackie moon: look, we’re all here. we all heard what was said. we’re in agreement. cornelius, said, ‘c-cksucker’. right?”

bobby dee: “he just said you suck c-ck.”

monix: “that’s all he said about you.”

jackie moon: “now come on, dig into that fondue, you little c-cksucker.”

(cornelius, monix, bobby, lou, and jackie laugh in unison)

lou redwood: “we like playing games don’t we?”

jackie moon: “we do. we’re playing one right now.”

lou redwood: “i’m gonna show you this game i learned while i was in f-cking nam.”

(everyone yells as lou pulls out a gun)

[great dain]
yo i do me, musically spit sick profusely
leaving y’all with lucid dreams as i dab the loose leaf
gifted lyrically, sick of all the tom foolery
it’s all about the bankroll and the f-cking jewelry
yeah, you gotta get a d-mn clue
you’re under my skin like a fricking tattoo
yo f-ck your rap dude, i run the d-mn booth
it’s the truth kids, my rhyme’s fatter than fast food
take a magic flight, got soul like i’m gladys knight
i’m cold as ice when i hold the mic
what a bonafide white kid, yo he tight when he write sh-t
temp’ll(?) get flipped like a lightswitch, i’m vibrant
yeah, f-ck your hype, b-tch, i’m high like a kite is
mr. righteous, never stop like pi, b-tch
i keep it nerdy like a mathlete
in the lab like a lab geek, making mad beats
yeah, i got a knack for this rap thing
you ain’t a d-mn thing but a d-mn thing
like a scientist, kinda nutty when i’m rhyming sh-t
finalize the finalist, flyer than a pilot is
f-ck all your diamonds b-tch, i rock fool’s gold
barking like cujo, and jump through the loophole
high five, too slow, i rhyme too cold
everyone but me is getting f-cking bamboozled

[hook]
yeah, and imma spit it til i’m done
one line, punchline, bang like a gun
to your brain with the madness, dain with the tactics
sick of the halfwits claiming they rap sick
x2

[great dain]
truth, truth, truth, truth
imma say what i’m thinking, getting funky in the booth
dropping all that jive stuff, you know that my lines hot
you telling me i suck, but you got me on your ipod
and i’m a time bomb, set to blow up, and so what?
great dain always gave no f-cks
i’m ’bout as whacky as a bowl cut
you really think i give a sh-t fi you feeling my flow, son?
blow gun to your neck
i dislike a few jokes, but i show love to the rest
rapping sick, leave the crowd in awe with my magic tricks
i don’t need no practicing when half of y’all are p-ssionless
yeah, all you wanna hear is that camera cl!ck
thinking you the sh-t when you walking out your mansion, b-tch
i grab the pad and rip, make a jam and dance a bit
spitting out the audio and breathing in the cannabis
yeah i’m fabulous, and i’m copasetic
don’t be mad ’cause your flow’s pathetic
and if i want something, yeah i’m ’bout to go in and get it
and if you think you’re sick, b-tch you better phone a medic
lookit, my loop samples got you dudes baffled
a cool rascal, all i do is ramble
i’m mad hot and you can’t stop or can’t handle
the funk master, trunk blaster, p-ss the skunk and jump backwards

[hook]
yeah, and imma spit it til i’m done
one line, punchline, bang like a gun
to your brain with the madness, dain with the tactics
sick of the halfwits claiming they rap sick
x2

[outro]
lou redwood: “who’s the jive turkey now?”

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