Psyche Origami - Flappin lyrics

[Intro] "Really?" "Yea dude, did you hear about Wyz? I heard he was in rehab, sharing a room with Lindsay Lohan" [Verse II] Contrary to the popular belief that I'm getting gone I'm here to drop some weight on the neck that your head is on I'll take the meat off your face (Ow!), slap it on some bread And put some lettuce on It's the upper echelon cat, but only in the brain And I'm still far beyond rappin if y'all wanna still hear The obvious I put on some condiments. Maybe some mayonnaise, some brown Mustard... Nah I can' trust it A lot of y'all remind me of when I turn the bottle upside down And get that weird WaterVerse But some of y'all would say that this is not a verse And I agree, it's like an excerpt From a global warming dissertation on the amount of heat I Exert that later on explains the real reason why your flesh hurts And when you're runnin round town with that wet shirt Tell em that you're watered down take away the guess work You're best working really up the spec (no) So I'ma hang out, eventually your people gon cut the check It's spring time, you can catch me after 10 at the 755 Cuz I don't like the nosebleeds Can't stand the upper deck (no) No we can do it in the parking lot, what the heck Just make it out to Wyzsztyk, Care of Psyche O and get the Name correct Hold up! Syn and Dave about to end the check [Breakdown] (So we're ramblin on and on and ain't sayin nothin) (Blah, blah blah blah) (Be quiet) [Hook] So what's next? You bums know you just can win And why's that? It's said and done way before it begins And by the time it hits the end you're wonderin what happened You're speechless, Shut the hell up and quit flappin It's guaranteed that we won't miss much And after this, there won't be much more to discuss So what's what? Your rhymes are weaker than wet napkins You're garbage, Shut the hell up and quit flappin [Verse II] Yo, I'm all set to bust words and bu*ton lips up Rear back, and smack the rhinestones off your pimp cup Them rainy days got you dosin it up While my crew be comin with more cuts than Nip/Tuck It's herb surgery, cutlery slice perfectly When I'm in the street, please don't say a word to me You still screamin but I'm keepin it calm So just pretend like you're about to put on some lip balm And keep your lips sealed, and keep your eyes peeled on The prose like ya stabbin at Jessica Biel At the laboratory batteries and testin reveals That we're shatterin the efforts of the rest of the field I'm findin it so hard to stay real when you only Talk about cars, and gettin a record deal I wish I had a rack, get them buffalo sauce With them celery seeds and ranch colored steering wheel And you gon watch a waiter ripe to strip for one of those And I run around the block just to keep you on your toes (Youuuuuu) Be yellin at me like I walked into Moe's (Welcome to Moe's!) So I'll take a close talker with some cilantrooo (Shut the f** up.) [Hook] So what's next? You bums know you just can win And why's that? It's said and done way before it begins And by the time it hits the end you're wonderin what happened You're speechless, Shut the hell up and quit flappin It's guaranteed that we won't miss much And after this, there won't be much more to discuss So what's what? Your style is weaker than wet napkins You're garbage, Shut the hell up and quit flappin