Oh ok.... Oh yeaaa... right there...
I'm out of toothpaste.... I gotta.. blow...
I gotta blow into the toothpaste and fill it up with water....
And then shake it, back and forth...
Firewater
I wield the Ichabod Mortimer, Midnight marauder, Corner store loiterer
Dark corridor voyager, Baccalaureate fangoria, Poet laureate, Pre-historian, Stegasaurian, Horny-ish, I mean triceratopsian', Topsy-turvy
My duds stained dried-blood burgundy, I make cuts like surgery, Certainly, It's all first person, personally
I make Hercules run like Mercury, I make Mercury, rise...
(You don't remember Ichabod Mortimer?... Oh yeaaa, Bill Cosby had the... chubby... pen...picture pages?...)
Mirror, mirror, Who's the fairest food shopper in the Fine Fair? Audiological warfare for mademoiselles and mon frères
I can't fail, I don't feel no feaaar, yeaaaahhh yeehahh
When I hock spit toxic hot spittle
They'll hold you like a hostage in a hospital
Trot Nixon, sock syllables, in-hospitable
And all attempts to feud are futile
Don't get confused, it's my short fuse and your funeral
And that's irrefutable
Does Trot Nixon still play for the Sox?
I don't uh, I don't have, uh, ESPN anymore...
I have ESPN2 so I get to watch Skip Bayless
Everyday. Skip Bayless. That's all I watch...
I'm not a dentist, I just brush a lot, I eat muff a lot, NOT!
Though I have in the past and might in the future
For setting roofs on fire, I'm despised by roofers
I do the Kama Sutra, A super kind of tune coming through my bazooka
Man dudes like duke nuclear
I'm Duke Nukem (Duke Nukem... that video game)
So it's the start at your ending
And that's based on the pretext that you're all pre-tending
Keep talking about your bad temper, It's mad tempting
Rec execs, be attentive
'Cause I find it hard to comprehend
Why honorable men only get honorable mention
We now present you with the present tense, reinvented
It's funky and it's heaven sent, which make it heaven-scented.. (Heaven-scented? Heaven-scented.)
Welcome to the Opium Lounge, (neeeeeeeeew)
Please find yourself a seating area (neeeeeeeewwwww)
What is that? Is that a plane?
Treat yourself to the finest, It's bugging me out man (neeeeeeeeeww neeeeeeeew)
Duhhhnananahh
I'm out of toothpaste.... I gotta.. blow...
I gotta blow into the toothpaste and fill it up with water....
And then shake it, back and forth...
Firewater
I wield the Ichabod Mortimer, Midnight marauder, Corner store loiterer
Dark corridor voyager, Baccalaureate fangoria, Poet laureate, Pre-historian, Stegasaurian, Horny-ish, I mean triceratopsian', Topsy-turvy
My duds stained dried-blood burgundy, I make cuts like surgery, Certainly, It's all first person, personally
I make Hercules run like Mercury, I make Mercury, rise...
(You don't remember Ichabod Mortimer?... Oh yeaaa, Bill Cosby had the... chubby... pen...picture pages?...)
Mirror, mirror, Who's the fairest food shopper in the Fine Fair? Audiological warfare for mademoiselles and mon frères
I can't fail, I don't feel no feaaar, yeaaaahhh yeehahh
When I hock spit toxic hot spittle
They'll hold you like a hostage in a hospital
Trot Nixon, sock syllables, in-hospitable
And all attempts to feud are futile
Don't get confused, it's my short fuse and your funeral
And that's irrefutable
Does Trot Nixon still play for the Sox?
I don't uh, I don't have, uh, ESPN anymore...
I have ESPN2 so I get to watch Skip Bayless
Everyday. Skip Bayless. That's all I watch...
I'm not a dentist, I just brush a lot, I eat muff a lot, NOT!
Though I have in the past and might in the future
For setting roofs on fire, I'm despised by roofers
I do the Kama Sutra, A super kind of tune coming through my bazooka
Man dudes like duke nuclear
I'm Duke Nukem (Duke Nukem... that video game)
So it's the start at your ending
And that's based on the pretext that you're all pre-tending
Keep talking about your bad temper, It's mad tempting
Rec execs, be attentive
'Cause I find it hard to comprehend
Why honorable men only get honorable mention
We now present you with the present tense, reinvented
It's funky and it's heaven sent, which make it heaven-scented.. (Heaven-scented? Heaven-scented.)
Welcome to the Opium Lounge, (neeeeeeeeew)
Please find yourself a seating area (neeeeeeeewwwww)
What is that? Is that a plane?
Treat yourself to the finest, It's bugging me out man (neeeeeeeeeww neeeeeeeew)
Duhhhnananahh
( Homeboy Sandman )
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