Da Reel MC - Farm Animals lyrics

[DJ Oatmeal] Pay attention - cla** is now in session There's a test at the end so take notes of this lesson Today's Lecturer - Professor Oatmeal talking sh** You'd win award of the year for being a twit I pop you like a zit - deflate your self esteem Burst your bubble, hopes crumble to rubble, you awaken from your dreams Cause it seems you never seen rhymes like these I'll take you out like the trash or phone order Chinese If I was a guitar solo, I'd be played by Brian May If I was grain alcohol, I'd be Sapphire Bombay Sans the juice, I cut loose, next to me you're a deuce In the crapper, dead last rapper, bringing up the caboose Cause I ran train on this verse, sent it home in a hearse If you bet on me to win, you going home with the purse Cursed to be worse than me, you ain't got the credentials To be bona-fide, qualified so put down all your pencils This Hip hop test is over, and I pa**ed it like I thundered Past a semi in the left lane by going over hundred Now get outta here"CLASS DISMISSED" you all got schooled And I "tore the school down" and I peed in your pool! [Da Reel MC] One b**h, two b**h, red b**h, blue b**h If it smells a little fishy, it's time to get a new b**h Hey, where the hell am I at? I woke up drunk in the trunk of an old Pontiac They put a mic in my grill and said preach some truth But first I need resuscitation, mouth to Vermouth I got buckets, like Uncle Drew I'll make you faint in the paint when I'm coming through I drive this rap attack with a black Cadillac I drop a load in the road like Jack Kerouac And I got more ladies than Wilt the Stilt They call The Pimping Hall of Fame the House that Chase Built Had five pregnancy scares in the last two years I'm sitting on different b**hes like it's musical chairs Get me a beer! [Saruman of Many Kronics] Here's a gift that'll make you think, it's an early Rosh Hashanah No it's a not a new greatest hits volume from Nirvana It's the second installment of Saruman's chronicle My lines are so fine, to read them you'll need a monocle The secret word is "4 Broz"; keep an ear to the ground When someone says the secret word; scream real loud But you'll be cheering anyway, when we bust out a chorus 'bout Aperture Labs or Ashenvale Forest This disk is no flop; read the rave reviews: The greatest soph*more effort since Monster Blood II They're at the top of their game, at risk of sounding overzealous They've got hooks that'd make Dr. Hutchison jealous "Mr. Phantom Menace, how do you do it?" I learned everything I know from Mr. Bean and Pappy Drewit Phasers Mr. Chekov; warp 10 Mr. Sulu Frakkin' with me is like frakkin' with Cthulu That's all I've got; time I went the way of Vader See you in the funny papers; smell you later!