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professor rex - top 40 lyrics

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what’s the matter with your life
why you gotta mess with mine

now i rock a house party at the drop of a hat
i’ll beat a biter down with an aluminum bat

there’s no one syllable or phrase
that can adequately describe this new craze

get me on the court and i’m trouble
last week f-cked around and got a triple double

not from the old school or the new
applaud the boom, do what you want to

i get money, money i got
stunts call me honey if they feel real hot

peace to this one and that one and them
that’s the way i shout and i didn’t miss one friend

i’m like the second plane that made the towers face off
that sh-t that let you know its really not a game dog

i am a nightmare walking, psychopath talking
king of my jungle, just a gangster stalking

have you ever seen a show with fellas on the mic
with one minute rhymes that don’t come out right

for any mc in any 52 states
i get psycho k!ller norman bates

do dat do dat do do dat dat dat
do dat do dat do do dat dat dat

your real name is probably bradworth or bennett
your verbal baggage ain’t got nothing in it

now kurtis blow, run dmc
you haven’t heard a rap till you heard it from me
i’m the baddest rapper in history
and there will be no more after me
we have no time for suckers
who bite with their lowers and their uppers
you think that you’re rockin, but you’re not hip hoppin
so you best stop jockin at the masters

watch out for the medallion, my diamonds are reckless
feels like a midget is hanging from my necklace

allah o akbar and throw em some hot cars
things we see on the screen are not ours

how many people die over these dead green guys
ignorance and greed take their -ss by surprise

i’m tired of backstabbing -ss snakes with friendly grins
i’m tired of committing so many sins

the fence is too high to jump in jail
too low to dig i might just touch h-ll hot

a firing squad sensed the danger
when they’re stung by the rapping ranger

mine eyes have seen the glory
of the underground category

can you feel it, nothin can save you
for this is the season of catching the vapors

i’m here to laugh, love, f-ck and drink liquor
and help the d-mn revolution come quicker

i’m like f-ck critics, you can kiss my whole -ssh0l-
if you don’t like my lyrics, you can press fast forward

criminal minded, you’ve been blinded
looking for a style like mine, you can’t find it

this the kinda beat that go ra-ta-ta-ta
ra-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta

take the evil out the people, they’ll be acting right
cause both black and white are smokin crack tonight

now kurtis blow, run dmc
you haven’t heard a rap till you heard it from me
i’m the baddest rapper in history
and there will be no more after me
we have no time for suckers
who bite with their lowers and their uppers
you think that you’re rockin, but you’re not hip hoppin
so you best stop jockin at the masters

here’s a murder rap to keep you dancin
with a crime record like charles manson

n0body’s shootin, my body’s made of hand grenade
girl bled to death while she was tongue-kissin a razor blade

e f f e c t
a smooth operator operating correctly

how dare you ever try to step on my suede shoes
top gun shut down your firm like tom cruise

e f f e c t
a smooth operator operating correctly

neon king kong standin on my back
can’t stop to turn around broke my sacrophiliac

my oven is on high when i roast the quail
tell bill clinton to go and inhale

sour baby ballin like a fetus
sock on my c-ck like i’m anthony kiedis

the lord raised michaelangelo from the dead
so he can make a fresh painting of my head

breaks to win and breaks to lose
but these here breaks will rock your shoes

it’s christmas time in hollis, queens
mom’s cooking chicken and collard greens

three 14 inch rims is running on the side
they riding on the side
yeah, they running on the side

three 14 inch rims is running on the side
they riding on the side
yeah, they running on the side

poppin’, sockin’, rockin’ with a side of hip-hop
because where we’re goin’ there ain’t no stoppin’

dance to this fix and flex every muscle
sp-ce can be filled if you rise like my lumber
advance to the tune but don’t do the hustle
shake, rattle, roll to my magic number

now kurtis blow, run dmc
you haven’t heard a rap till you heard it from me
i’m the baddest rapper in history
and there will be no more after me
we have no time for suckers
who bite with their lowers and their uppers
you think that you’re rockin, but you’re not hip hoppin
so you best stop jockin at the masters

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