mr. master - even bluer lyrics
[prod. by mr. master]
[verse 1: mr. master]
dayo. end of the rainbow. aye aye
my jo: leading role in the play. no way!
that double dare nose. dante’s inferno. mucho dinero
kujo concerto. y’all delivery digiorno. buca di beppo
let’s go. suburban jesus walks on legos
homecoming queen tappin’ my shoulder, tryna borrow my pencil
caught on tape. blurred out face. the feds know though
they matched the hoodie in the footy with my press photo
oh no. the animals run the zoo
the cannibals hunt their food. get back or they’ll come for you
the annual hunger games just landed at number two
as for what p-ssed ‘em in the ratings, i haven’t the slightest clue
the greatest in entertainment, from sunny la to you
with all of the pretty women and none of the pay-per-view
and no one thought i’d be half as good, lookin’ the way i do
that’s when i opened my mouth up and started tellin’ the truth
let’s get it
[chorus 1: mr. master]
link spam. horse tranq. force think. park frank
shark bait. carte blanche. choice brand. charge bank
street talk. gutter talk. locker room
loungin’ with a long tall gl-ss and a bitty in the back like
that
and the fumes so great, i hallucinate
and the tunes got plays like a football game
my pa makin’ sure the wig’s glued on straight
i come through, sayin’ somethin’ bout a
bomb threat. fox tail. jaw sprain. job fair
bronze age. fonz hair. card game. cross bear
dog walker. baby sitter. paper route poppin’
with a long tall gl-ss and the city in my hands like
[verse 2: mr. master]
sh-t, okay. keyser soze. gold chain so fake
plot twist. old man the boat posthaste
the pusher. gone in the fl!ck of a booger
sugar sugar. i took her
honey honey. her parents already love me
lurker. get away with murder
the burner ditched in the bushes
back to cookin’ these burgers, bookin’ these servers
all these rappers i shouldn’t have heard of
went straight in my two eyes and right out of my third one. bang. and it’s still the same plot. different quill to ink blot
sk!lls. new skyscr-per built in the same spot
k!ller. no filler
pull up to the show and it’s only children and no one’s trippin’
i’m practically a wiggle, we’re chillin’
diggin’ in the crate like a street rat. facts
each of my tracks sent in your meme chats. facts
for the people in the back, had to repeat that
fax you a copy case you delete that
one day, you might need that
[chorus 2: mr. master]
course list. torch light. borscht belt. birthright
wordsmith. turnpike. fourth down. p-ss christ
red leather. yellow leather. orange leather
leisure with a long tall gl-ss. my professor in the cl-ss like a
the cartoons left brains in a lucid state
the hi hats and the b-ss give ‘em screwball face
these rap names gettin’ dragged like rupaul’s race
i come through with a pocket full o’
korengal. ouch touch. torvalds. gl-ss punch
tooth fairy. sponge bath. plush st-tch. statcrunch
plunge down. krump clown. fun house mirror
that’s a long tall gl-ss. you gon’ take my spot my -ss
[verse 3: mr. master]
cr-ss. loud gas p-ssed. smells like trash
self type beat. bread aisle nap. shelf life last
braniac. bag of fizzy bangy stuff
nerd’s got her panties down. this is how i ante up
all that. bag of chips. caused that damaged in fact
saw that man up in half. don’t plan to magic him back
(switch)
ice spinnin’ on my wrist like kristi yamaguchi
sqrd really with that ridge like danny bonaduce
cheerleader sleepover. only una noche
they smell the candy on my breath. i’m bringin’ death to smoochy
movie production got me standing in for stanley tucci
music production got me warming up my vocals
with kali blue cheese
absolutely! anybody tryna stop me now has to shoot me
thank you very rudely
to all the people tryna call me cuzzo
i can’t hear over this orange jacuzzi
ultra. kablooey
[chorus 3: mr. master]
sport fish. swamp thing. joystick. lawn swing
chair jump. shop spree. fork road. thought stream
this story. that story. history
pour another long tall gl-ss with the tortoise on its backside
stat
and the moon looks fake through the super 8
and the moves got made ‘fore the u-haul came
matamoney got bars like a foosball table
come through look exactly like a
nice guy. noose grasp. airlock. soup flask
earwax. cool pants. bruce bruce. bruce vilanch
national. northridge. nerdcore. funkhouser
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