Wrekonize - Tom Hanks lyrics

[Verse 1: Wrekonize] Welcome to the reset on everybody's recess Blood all down my v-neck I'm such a devils reject It's funny they got these fairy tales on my money Still I chase it like it's costs to breathe or see the sky sunny I'm here about the job in the paper Well what have you heard of us Well Nothing but the fact you need a f**ing axe murderer So please tell me your benefits and do it in a rush Cuz I'm a workaholic and s**ual hara**ment is a plus Hello love my name is Ben and I'm a lush I like to drink I like to f** I like to sample mellow d** This is not a fairy tale cuz in my world Walt Disney Is a spy who's alive doing very well So one time give a cheers to the hulk Shop at Costco and crop all my evil in bulk Let the guitar string sing kiss kiss bang bang Dropped an album worth way more the count on the soundscan But what do I know if they don't buy it then it lies low Can pray out in Shiloh or just hit the missile silo Ok reload hipster blogs we know Don't cover us no emo But we did a song with cee-Lo And I'm a voice to be reckoned with So hit your buzzer now and turn your chair around mr. Executive More bars an counting enough drink to drown in enough rhymes for thousands So let's just keep it bouncing And expand all the fans in my damn base Enough to fill a stadium f** it lets man space I am the decade flow they are the rap du jour So let's just all be honest and hit the f**ing floor [Hook: Wrekonize] I don't wanna grow up Toys r us brown paper bag lunch Tom Hanks Tom Hanks Looking for Zoltar Man Tom Hanks [Verse 2: Bernz] After the big bang It's fam and co*kroaches from istan-bully With fully auto trans-am with beach sand In a leased van consigliere had to quit after my last scam Music dons and all they weak plans This for sonny f** the money till my last stand I'm a hundred grand a hundred bands Thats why i make her dance when i write a stance Make it clap for paradise if you want it The dj spinning revolutions but nobody on it This a sonnet by a warrior artist Amish looking beard up here starving Holy smokes holy ghost catch a spirit spit smoke Say coach gimme the ball but in the fourth you just choke No famous quotes no fanfare no red rose But on your tombstone it'll read believed with eyes closed