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​mr. master – ​the bee sneeze lyrics

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[prod. by mr. master]

[intro: mr. master]
this that tournament level scrabble sh-t
this that pickle family circus
this that tennessee williams, gl-ss menagerie sh-t
but don’t get it twisted, this that nashville, tennessee
grand ole opry sh-t too though
somehow
and i’m still that young fabio cardboard cutout, you see me
smoking with former ceo of bear sterns jimmy cayne like it’s 2008
you see me

[verse 1: mr. master]
how’s about you put me on your godd-mn top ten list?
the one with all the right answers to the wrong questions
the bandcamp flashback vietnam veteran
the ranch hand. sharp blade and some larch whittlin’
the palm crush the cartridge. the vsauce spillin’
y’all’re tryna mow lawns and adopt children
i used to ‘til i wrote songs then i lost interest
i put the campus on lock with no hair extension
and with a smile like thomas the tank engine
stuck in folsom for a trash johnny cash impression
tell your mom to stop forwarding me chain letters
out of all of my homies, i am the least threatening
but my pockets still big and fat as a greek wedding
think that they can catch me speedin’ in this greased lightning
i might dukes of hazzard a ramp with the police chasing
i’m the doogie howser of rappin’ with no ear training
i got your soul in this briefcase

[chorus: mr. master]
y’all’re way too washed out
secondhand smoke from the st–z is a k!ller
y’all’re way too watered down
no shirt, no shoes, no harm, no foul, girl
y’all’re way too washed out
everything proper, everything prim ‘til it’s
bang boom. bomb. bounce

[verse 2: mr. master]
bounce. know what i’m about
secondhand st–z, got ‘em foamin’ at the mouth
tried to look between the cushions. the remote ain’t in the couch
it decepticon transformed and took over my house
the video star k!lled, the jury is out
the bottom circle of h-ll, the top secret defense
the craft service was swell, the fan service was meh
if i had two dollars for every dollar i spent
afford an arm and a leg. fats waller is dead
i can’t swallow my meds. they said it’s all in my head
i just wish i had a god that i could follow instead
they tried to throw me the book
they should’ve looked at my lexile
should’ve studied my strengths before they sent me to exile
they wanted project files, i sent them projectiles
you wanted a king, you got a shape shifting reptile
ghost out the sh-ll. adios
never felt so much stress out compressed audio
said my crown got some jewels, and my town got a school
and my house got a yard, and my yard got a pool. y’all’re way

[chorus: mr. master]
y’all’re way (way) too (too) washed (washed) out (out)
secondhand smoke from the st–z is a k!ller
y’all’re way (way) too (too) watered (watered) down (down)
no shirt, no shoes, no harm, no foul, go!
(way) too (too) washed (washed) out (out)
everything proper, everything prim ‘til it’s
bang! (bang) boom! (boom) bomb! (bomb) sqrd!



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