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tyrants in therapy – nothing to rap about lyrics

nothing to rap about
(m. jaye, a. kanter, p. languirand)

intro
runaway mouth, runaway mouth
suicide mission, hootchie koo
suicide mission, hootchie koo
suicide mission, hootchie koo

verse 1
well how do you do everyone out there
rich in your condos, homies on welfare
don’t wanna come off vanilla blasé
but the problem is i ain’t got nothin to say today

i ain’t got nothin to rap about
my brain’s on empty but i can’t stop my mouth
i wanna know how they come up with
those things right off the top of their head
like a subway train hyped around around the clock
night and day hippity hop

chorus 1
nothin to say, i got nothin to say
but the words keep comin out anyway
i’m on a suicide mission runnin off at the mouth
but i ain’t got nothin to rap about

turnaround 1
suicide mission

verse 2
well my boyfriend calls me up the other day
he said hi hon, how you doin’ okay?
i said i don’t know the same old thing
he said why don’t you come on over
there’s a few babes here but they answer to rover
i said okay it’s possible
but i’ll need some time so i can get myself unstuck

he said hey hon just make it quick
and i’ll show you what a fun time is
i’ll show you what the big boys do
cause all i wanna do is make it with you

chorus 2
nothin to say, i got nothin to say
but the words keep comin’ out anyway
i’m on a suicide mission to blab out loud
but i ain’t got nothin to rap about

verse 3
so i said okay, i’ll be right there
but i did my nails and i washed my hair
jumped in my car made a stop at the bar
picked up some beers and then i felt this awful fear
because i remembered what i forgot in the parking lot
i dropped my purse it was found by a nurse
in the back of a he-rs- how perverse, i had to curse
cause now i could not pay for the beers
and suddenly i felt those awful tears
welling up in my eyes, what a surprise
here come the cops to take me to the lock-up
they said what you doin drivin ’round town girl with no license?

i said i need to make a call all i need is two dimes that’s all
they said okay, here you go sister call your mister

so i called him up and he said where are you?
we’re waiting for the beers and the party is started
the freakin party is started

turnaround 2
runaway mouth, runaway mouth

verse 4
well like i said at the top of the song
when nothin’s goin’ right they call that wrong
so i said to the voice at the end of the phone
get your b-tt down here cause i’m all alone
why can’t you pick up a cue
and get me out of this sunday school?

stop bein’ such a freakin clown come on down, pick me up
and bail me out ’cause now i got something to rap about

i feel like i just caught the plague just want the world to go away
why can’t i just rewind this day i wanna cut, i wanna paste, i wanna throw it away lose myself inside the crowd
with a vitamin c long island iced tea

chorus 3
nothin to say, i got nothin to say
but the words keep comin’ out anyway
i just wanna be deep and profound
but i ain’t got nothin to rap about

chorus 4
nothin to say, i got nothin to say
but the words keep comin’ out anyway
i’m on a suicide mission to scream and shout
but i ain’t got nothin to rap about

outro
no i ain’t got nothin’ to rap about i mean i’m the first to admit
that i ain’t got nothing to rap about
unless you wanna hear about my cousin sal
he had himself turned into a gal and now he’s my best pal
we shop at all the same stores!

- tyrants in therapy lyrics

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