[Verse 1: Evan]
Enchanté
I’d say good morning but I’m not Kanye, I’m not divorced yet
Walk my way you’re spayed with forceps and get your beau jacked like your favorite horseman
Play the courses, Tiger Golfer who auctioned off an iron to the highest offer
I’m often in designer, your entire wardrobe is off of the consignment of Jack Kevorkian
In other words I wouldn’t be caught dead in it in an off white
Hearse with the windows tinted
I’mma find a sponsor for a paid endorsement
Cop a flying saucer with the raising doors up
Thеn I pick up Brad, scarf a can of old Pringles fast and then sick up bad
In the tеsseract from Intersteller I went to puke back in time on Ross Geller from Friends
I threw up on him, then I pivoted back a few years and grabbed the Living Single cast
Now we’re high in orbit, pass by ‘04 and told my ma not to pass on the Shingles vax
No cap - Snapple facts
Snatched a track on our Apple Macs
Stashed RZA Guitar Center Master Class and then
Dashed but we can’t get the sample passed
[Interlude: RZA]
[Verse 2: Brad, Evan, Crowd & Kid]
Okay, let me set a few things straight (Yuh)
I'm the king when it coming to the beat-make (Okay)
I'm the reason that your girl changed her passcode
Now her phone got protection by the Bradcode (Uh)
And I fucked her real good with my BradBone (UH)
Evan told me that I need to go to rehab (Go there!)
Then I told him that I need to use the bathroom
Went and slapped my meat and creamed all on my kneecaps
My jeans were soggy and I started getting salty
Saw that RZA saw me and I started getting nervous
I tried to get away, I started jogging to the door but RZA pushed me to the floor, and then the audience was wordless
He opened up my phone and started going through my searches
DAMN!
"Lindsay Lohan doing a crab walk with no shoes on"
That's my shit! Bad lil bitch!
Ain't got her shoes on
RZA can't stand that the audience is fuckin' with Brad
This is really fuckin' his plans; he took all of his stuff and then ran
Everyone looking at Brad
I am their savior, a kid in a wheelchair asked for a favor (I'm in a wheelchair, I need a favor)
I took a bit of cream from my jeans, and I put it on his feet, and he got up out the chair and hit the crank dat, YUU!
[Verse 3: Evan]
A million other Evans generate and disappear within the fiscal year
Meanwhile, we kick it and stick with mean styles
And Mister Clean aisles at misdemean’ trials
Mister Me Too? You’re Mister Me Thousand One
If Three Thousand wants then we’d house him here
We got beats to go, from OutKast to OutBack commercials our pack is hurtful, yeah
In the back like the man that stands alone, Timmy Anzalone, rap phenomenon
Fast for Ramadan, dressed for Comic Con, passed your Mazda ‘cause I’m on the autobahn
I got your girl riding shot, fasten her watch, her second hand on my cock
I can’t examine my thoughts, passing a cop, passing on cam while she’s jacking me off
Enchanté
I’d say good morning but I’m not Kanye, I’m not divorced yet
Walk my way you’re spayed with forceps and get your beau jacked like your favorite horseman
Play the courses, Tiger Golfer who auctioned off an iron to the highest offer
I’m often in designer, your entire wardrobe is off of the consignment of Jack Kevorkian
In other words I wouldn’t be caught dead in it in an off white
Hearse with the windows tinted
I’mma find a sponsor for a paid endorsement
Cop a flying saucer with the raising doors up
Thеn I pick up Brad, scarf a can of old Pringles fast and then sick up bad
In the tеsseract from Intersteller I went to puke back in time on Ross Geller from Friends
I threw up on him, then I pivoted back a few years and grabbed the Living Single cast
Now we’re high in orbit, pass by ‘04 and told my ma not to pass on the Shingles vax
No cap - Snapple facts
Snatched a track on our Apple Macs
Stashed RZA Guitar Center Master Class and then
Dashed but we can’t get the sample passed
[Interlude: RZA]
[Verse 2: Brad, Evan, Crowd & Kid]
Okay, let me set a few things straight (Yuh)
I'm the king when it coming to the beat-make (Okay)
I'm the reason that your girl changed her passcode
Now her phone got protection by the Bradcode (Uh)
And I fucked her real good with my BradBone (UH)
Evan told me that I need to go to rehab (Go there!)
Then I told him that I need to use the bathroom
Went and slapped my meat and creamed all on my kneecaps
My jeans were soggy and I started getting salty
Saw that RZA saw me and I started getting nervous
I tried to get away, I started jogging to the door but RZA pushed me to the floor, and then the audience was wordless
He opened up my phone and started going through my searches
DAMN!
"Lindsay Lohan doing a crab walk with no shoes on"
That's my shit! Bad lil bitch!
Ain't got her shoes on
RZA can't stand that the audience is fuckin' with Brad
This is really fuckin' his plans; he took all of his stuff and then ran
Everyone looking at Brad
I am their savior, a kid in a wheelchair asked for a favor (I'm in a wheelchair, I need a favor)
I took a bit of cream from my jeans, and I put it on his feet, and he got up out the chair and hit the crank dat, YUU!
[Verse 3: Evan]
A million other Evans generate and disappear within the fiscal year
Meanwhile, we kick it and stick with mean styles
And Mister Clean aisles at misdemean’ trials
Mister Me Too? You’re Mister Me Thousand One
If Three Thousand wants then we’d house him here
We got beats to go, from OutKast to OutBack commercials our pack is hurtful, yeah
In the back like the man that stands alone, Timmy Anzalone, rap phenomenon
Fast for Ramadan, dressed for Comic Con, passed your Mazda ‘cause I’m on the autobahn
I got your girl riding shot, fasten her watch, her second hand on my cock
I can’t examine my thoughts, passing a cop, passing on cam while she’s jacking me off
( Brad Meets Evan )
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