Scott Storch - Rhymaholik (Get Up!) lyrics

[Intro: Mr. Krane] Remix, motherf**er! Man I finna do my thang (get up!) It's crazy in the club when I'm in there mayne (get up!) Trust me homie I'm not playin (get up!) I have the dance floor off the chain, I said (get up!) I came to bring you that California love And a little New York hate, it's all of the above I'm not playin', I said I'm off the chain And you better follow instructions, I said (get up!) [Verse 1: Mr. Krane] I call myself the blackest motherf**er in the history I kick your f**ing a**-hole and spell you with mistery I spoil you with my motherf**ing middle fing-er And your future will be odd, Tyl-Er The Crea-Tor! I'm the magician of the word, I am rhyming the curses I'll k** you with my boom-stick and show you no mercy Your flow sounds dumb, and your songs are just the wack My flow is an AK, I'll make you, motherf**ers, s**! The pussies are often trying to be clev-ra than they can I know some of these hoes, I like to burn 'em witta gas can I hope that every boy like Juicy J will find his Miley Cyrus And make her scream so f**ing loud that it'll be heard on Cyprus! I don't consider every b**h to be the walking hooker But if I look at her and see the s*ut then Freddy Kruger Will come into my place and take this b**h on highway to hell AC/DC, respect my sh**, the female b**hes will yell! [Hook] I have the South warfare I'm the reason everybody hate, I say (get up!) I make it hot, I make it hot in here Your feet hurtin? I really don't care, I said (get up!) I wanna see, I, I wanna see ya move And get all into the groove, I say (get up!) I'm gettin' paper, man, I really don't care Let me see you put your hands in the air, I said (get up!) [Verse 2: Mr. Krane] I don't give a f** about Hollywood and all its tricks Makin' success in the US flow, American chicks Plus you gon' understand me, bro... What the f** I'm talking 'bout? Give me the drank'n'dro! Academy Award and Grammy Winners can't imagine How can I hate the swaggas knowin' nothing 'bout the fashion? It ju' because I know what diff-a-res me from they Aye, stop the tape, shhh... Homie, wait Gimme a couple of minnis, lemme busa rhyme I'm not the Rhymes without Busta, I won't let it die The TDG, okay, I'm going, homie, turn it on These Grammy b**hes can't imagine what the f** is on! I dropped EP two years before, this sh** was taken cla**ical Now I have started taking pills, I'm witnessing the ma**acre! This f**ing television always make the brains washed Why can't we take the shovels to make this f**ing monster's skull crushed? [Hook] [Verse 3: Mr. Krane] I'm a soldier of hip hop, and I need a couple more Beautiful clever fans to discuss with them one who*e We've been chatting for a week, I think she is cheating me She calls me Russian Eminem, but I'm just rapper, an MC When is her birthday, huh? I don't remember! September 21, I think I'll remember forever But what can be a cool gift? b**h, I don't understand What do you want from me? A trip to the land of sand? Nah, baby, f** that, I know what I can give to you A little chipmunk, and you will say that it's cute I kiss you in your lips and f** you in your a** And then I'll leave your home and fly the f**ing business cla**! Alright, b**h, I am sorry, you f**in' think I'm horny? Then I will just accept, my only teachers were the p**nos Created by some b**hes: Lisa Ann and Sasha Grey I am freestyling this sh**, man, it's not a game!