mr. master - like strange lyrics
[prod. by mr. master]
[intro:]
on show in berlin, it must surely be
just about the smallest taxi in the world
well, would you believe it?
how in the name of gulliver
did he ever get inside that little car?
[intro: mr. master]
talk that talk to your own satisfaction
it don’t change the fact that round here, we’re ‘bout action
oh lord, bless your heart!
(matamoney! national! northridge!
new nerdcore! funkhouser!)
true story
(let’s get it, go!)
[verse: mr. master]
my computer restarted before i wrote this
had to prepare itself. (facts!)
rowdy kids scream for another round on the carnival carousel
just a second, i’m gettin’ a call from clarabelle (h-llo?)
i look like will ferrel in elf
your parents needs to start takin’ better care of yourself
bite the bat like ozzy, but never sharin’ the wealth. (sharon!)
unparalleled. womp rat in an american tail. (blaow!)
who’s the fairest? the mirror would tell you me, (ding!)
but i shattered it!
when the mad hatter told us to change places
i wasn’t havin’ it, like (nah!)
packed my bags, that was the last of it. (bye!)
now i’m stompin’ around in the real world
mr. master takes manhattan
now that’s comedy! (fart)
performed in front of a live studio apartment
leaked via julian -ssange
so stupid yet so smart, there’s an art to it. (keep goin’!)
the road was arduous, but i hauled through it. (what else?!)
i just conjured myself a conduit. (oh!)
y’all rap like y’all tryin’ to meet the word count!
periods bigger font size
if only your vocals could be quantized
just stop now, you’d be saving a lot of lives
including your own
hi, welcome to moviefone!
tonight’s double feature will be existential dread
followed by breakfast in bed, both starring you and you alone
(crying)
nah but i’m chillin’ though. check it out!
i raise my hand up way faster than my cl-ssmates
all star outta nowhere like the ending of rat race. (yeah!)
i might change my name to steve wonder
grease monkey. i’m a spin doctor
indie darling loved by the critics and bloggers. (aww!)
best new music by tuning fork. (what?)
six-mic review in the source. (what?!)
guess this is what all of those years of zoo tyc–n was for. (d-mn!)
i sing like susan boyle
i use you as a foil
arm ’round a bomb olive oyl hotter than all the goils
it’s all hoyvin and the flayvin is what i’m makin’! (gl!)
head achin’, chest cave in, i’m wes craven. the new (new!)
internet sensation sweepin’ your webpages. (nyw!)
spend the day at fenway, home runs h-ttin’ the parkin’ sp-ces
i couldn’t speed-date at the lowest difficulty. (facts)
probably ’cause i take myself way too seriously. (lip trill)
i got a chip on my shoulder- literally!
i was lying down too flat and the bag started spillin’ on me!
(gosh darn it!)
sing like sinatra, that’s standard procedure
and i don’t gotta run it back
you either heard it the first time or you missed it, i’m sorry
you just don’t know enough, and i know way too much
check!
i’m in a wonder woman invisible whip
like i can’t even see it! (huh?)
remember carl wheezer?
this is what he looks like now
let me know how you’re feelin’
(think of the children!)
yo!
i get paid way too much to be naysayed this often
y’all pr-nounce it “may-may,”
your nae nae’s awkward, stop it. (dead!)
i might pull up old harlem shake videos you made
outta the graveyard and make you watch ‘em. (no please!)
i’m more interested in stacy’s mom’s daughter. (ladies?)
megalomaniac with a mandark laugh. (ha)
get your camp flog gnaw vip p-ss ripped in half. (imitating rip)
gonna have to call ticketmaster to fix you that. (sorry!)
she’s ill-strated with the swimsuit, i issue that
rudy vallee with the megaphone, i’m amplifying. (wha?)
talk about “how to succeed in business without really trying.”
>implying
that y’all knew memes when it was technoviking. (srs bsns!)
your retro’s nineties, i don’t let those by me. (never!)
three hour tour on gilligan’s island. (oh!)
finnegan’s wake rhymin’
for the thousandth time, i’ve been the nicest
i’m hawk in ‘99
i just landed a nine hundred in compet-tion. (pro skater sh-t!)
i’m nora ephron with extra norepinephrine. (woosh!)
i’m stanislavski with the method
strasberg when i step in. (acting!)
scientologist how i get into your head
and then k!ll you dead! if you try to exit
yuh
god in the flesh, nietzsche would want me dead
and i don’t blame him!
i’m so happy that i sacrificed my soul to satan-
no wait! i mean i’m an atheist, my mistake
(sqrd!)
[outro: mr. master]
i put my flag in the moon a long time ago;
it’s white now due to the sun’s radiation
(come on!)
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