[Hook: Stapler, Log Cabin]
I take physics, don't let me get physical
Three MC's in the house, yeah we about to get physical
[Verse 1: Stapler]
I'm a Legend like Will Smith in Men in Black 2
Seven Pounds ago, when I ate mad food
Donkey Kong Kung-Fu with Sulu and Dr. Spock
Got the chicken paw sox, some mad Nikes too dude
When I'm with ladies I'm mad rude
Wish I could go read in the bathroom but my shit's dumb
Sucking on my thumb with an orangutang-tang drinking grape tang though, yeah
She sassy, he ashy, you classy, I'm gassy
We fabu-Lois Lane, Stevie King I love Maine
My chain is low and my self-esteem is too
I got no women and it's not a big issue
I'm Gene Siskel, gripping a pistol
Ladies follow me around like Sir Robin's minstrel
Knocking you out like Tyson on the last level
My rhymes are stone pebbles, stepping stones for my flow to react to
Chemical reactor
They connect like the beat and the ball then I bat you
I'm playing badminton
You wearing mad kittens
You're just sad sitting
With like 90 mittens
I'm a cool dude chilling in an ice box
You're a lame dude, you just got some nice socks
Stapler's in the house, because they needed some filler
I'm going to bore you death like my name was Mac Miller
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Log Cabin]
People say my rhymes are lacking, well
Loosen up the noose and the bodies will start slacking
Big Daddy Log Cabin about to make it happen
Dropping facts like Snapple caps
Never spoil because my heart's made of honey
But get this: my dick's made of money
Diabetic like Phife Dawg, straight hardcore
Yo, going in raw
I'm fearless, call me Taylor Swift
Put my dick in a box now that's a wedding gift
Just blew your mind like John Wilkes Booth
In my mind got nothing to lose
Wearing big shoes, never forget the past
Acting out in school, sleeping in class
Getting thrown out of shopping carts like Jackass
It's all about the money mass
Check the track
Log Cabin
For real
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Baba Ganouche]
Red hands, quick death ya'll can call me Macbeth
Gold crown, my town, I suggest you kneel down
In my presence, serfs and peasants
Sick coat, made of pheasants
Check my wife, lost her life, sharper than a kitchen knife
Banquo, stank-yo, stubborn as a tank yo
Macduff, so tough, killed his family that's rough
Smoke you at b-ball, keep your straight flunking
King of this court yo, just call me King Duncan
[Hook]
I take physics, don't let me get physical
Three MC's in the house, yeah we about to get physical
[Verse 1: Stapler]
I'm a Legend like Will Smith in Men in Black 2
Seven Pounds ago, when I ate mad food
Donkey Kong Kung-Fu with Sulu and Dr. Spock
Got the chicken paw sox, some mad Nikes too dude
When I'm with ladies I'm mad rude
Wish I could go read in the bathroom but my shit's dumb
Sucking on my thumb with an orangutang-tang drinking grape tang though, yeah
She sassy, he ashy, you classy, I'm gassy
We fabu-Lois Lane, Stevie King I love Maine
My chain is low and my self-esteem is too
I got no women and it's not a big issue
I'm Gene Siskel, gripping a pistol
Ladies follow me around like Sir Robin's minstrel
Knocking you out like Tyson on the last level
My rhymes are stone pebbles, stepping stones for my flow to react to
Chemical reactor
They connect like the beat and the ball then I bat you
I'm playing badminton
You wearing mad kittens
You're just sad sitting
With like 90 mittens
I'm a cool dude chilling in an ice box
You're a lame dude, you just got some nice socks
Stapler's in the house, because they needed some filler
I'm going to bore you death like my name was Mac Miller
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Log Cabin]
People say my rhymes are lacking, well
Loosen up the noose and the bodies will start slacking
Big Daddy Log Cabin about to make it happen
Dropping facts like Snapple caps
Never spoil because my heart's made of honey
But get this: my dick's made of money
Diabetic like Phife Dawg, straight hardcore
Yo, going in raw
I'm fearless, call me Taylor Swift
Put my dick in a box now that's a wedding gift
Just blew your mind like John Wilkes Booth
In my mind got nothing to lose
Wearing big shoes, never forget the past
Acting out in school, sleeping in class
Getting thrown out of shopping carts like Jackass
It's all about the money mass
Check the track
Log Cabin
For real
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Baba Ganouche]
Red hands, quick death ya'll can call me Macbeth
Gold crown, my town, I suggest you kneel down
In my presence, serfs and peasants
Sick coat, made of pheasants
Check my wife, lost her life, sharper than a kitchen knife
Banquo, stank-yo, stubborn as a tank yo
Macduff, so tough, killed his family that's rough
Smoke you at b-ball, keep your straight flunking
King of this court yo, just call me King Duncan
[Hook]
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