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Off The Wall lyrics


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     Off The Wall
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    (Chorus 1)
    No matter what people say
    I'm gon' keep rapping this way
    No matter what you may think
    I'm gon' keep doing my thing
    One of the worst things
    Is fat, bald men decided to write songs
    And teach Mouseketeers to sing
    I'll stick Britney Spears in a room full of mirrors
    So she gets fifty years of bad luck
    Club and swear at Christina Aguilera
    When I grab her by the hair and drag her across the Sahara
    You aware of this rap terrorist with a therapist
    With a hair up his ass like a rabbit crawled up his pants
    Got a habit of holding Tylenol in his hands
    Till it melts in his fucking palms and dissolves in his glands
    (So who is it?)
    The fool who visits the playground
    With two biscuits to lay down the school district
    Get pissed with a whip with a Marseburg
    With a pistol grip and fed pit bull shit
    Sniff glue sticks like I give two shits
    If I get too rich I just get sued
    Yo I leave with no engine
    After I blow four in ya
    One handstand on top of your ninja
    Crashin' Doc stir the madness
    We all out of work like Tony Atlas
    Walking with cans in a laundry basket
    America's most with the army after us
    Fuck flossin' we take what's yours
    Unload fifteen like an ace and four
    I'm out of work but Doc laid them off
    (Shit! The power's out)
    The tape is off
    Yo who target it from arsonists?
    Paper make pens filled with arsenic
    I got hoes that don't know what Prada is
    Doc can shave up, cut your barber miss
    I turn out camps in to crystal lakes
    And fuck bitches face is what I'mma do
    Cause that's what white boy Tyno do
    (Chorus 2)
    So how's everybody doing tonight?
    Hope you in the mood to get drunk
    To screw and to fight
    Cause uh we getting down for the fuck of it
    So suck my dick if y'all don't wanna bump to this
    (Chorus 3)
    So how's everybody feeling tonight?
    Hope you in the mood to get rude
    And illin' to fight
    Cause uh we getting down for the fuck of it
    So suck my dick if you don't wanna bump
    (Chorus 1)
    Yo when my gat spit it hospital son admitted
    Rip your lips off kiss my ass with it
    Slap bitches, Doc, Marshall Maths..
    (Print it!)
    We ex and ass of tabs did it
    I'm what's happening with no rerun
    Doc rob Dinero when the heat come
    My barrel hangs out the Camero
    Aimed at the nose when them hoes is hard to breathe from
    Flash the gat your town bow guarded
    Your wallet, your chain the main target
    Beef is like cold engine, don't start it
    Bust in the air and hit an airplane pilot
    We pound you, rap surround sounds around you
    From ten speed and brown shoe
    Doc and Eminem, cock the M&M
    Blood flows with 2Paclypse and them
    It's like Funk Doctor
    Mr. Punk Rocker
    Got the drug stock inside the lunch box
    Pop junk like I just got jumped
    Pop the trunk and pull out the shotgun pump
    Knock wood, it's all good
    Thank God for vodka
    But with my luck, I'll probably get shot by a stalker
    Probably got a Fanatic waiting upstairs in the attic
    With an automatic calling me up there
    My man Stan with a gat in his hand
    Staking my house out in a damn tinted Sedan
    Pull your mouth out till you can't finish a damn
    Ham sandwich or your canned spinach or Spam
    You gotta sip through a straw
    Shop lift through the mall
    Pictures of me on my mom's living room wall
    Hey ma maybe I'll give you a call
    Suck a dick and two balls
    I'm giving you all my shocking script
    Which is to piss a priest off with this
    Pop more pills than police officers
    Arrive at the scene to pull me off of Kim
    Teeth off my dick, hands off my balls
    But y'all can kiss my ass, pants off and all
    Cause I'm so goddamn off the wall
    I might as well be a painting smashed on the floor
    (Chorus 3)
    (Chorus 2)
    (Chorus 1)
    No matter what people say
    I'm gon' keep doing my thing
    No matter, OH!
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