| Lyrics: | Pepperoni!
And it was all just a dream...
? Rap song...
Ho!
I'm
the confused necklace I keep getting restless,
Eating twenty pounds of 'psgetti for
breakfast,
Still showing up on your ten past dressless,
I told you my name is MC
Defenseless.
Duct tape wrapped around my feet,
Held hostage before the big track
meet,
Fourteen feet from 18th Street,
I know for a fact that you think I'm
neat.
Yo', You stick around like a fly on the wall,
Surround sound you found you hear
it all,
When it all comes through I heard you say dude
(high pitched
vocal)
And all the king's horses and all the king's men,
Took all the king's credit and
they started to spend,
And all on the wife, it's such a tragedy man.
(high pitched
vocal)
Ladies and gentleman, the worst freestyle rapper ever!
Um, uh, uh, give me
a second. Uh, shoot. Uh, alright here we go.
If apples are green, and carrots are orange,
and then we go and then you go... wait... what rhymes with orange? Ah geez I really am bad. Um, just
give.. gimme a second...
Nah man, you're done.
Who's that wearin' those silly
shoes?
We are wearin' those silly shoes!
Well I really hate those silly
shoes.
Well we really like our silly shoes!
Please stop wearin' those silly
shoes!
We won't stop wearin' our silly shoes!
They're tight shoes,
man!
Well I've learned to respect your silly shoes.
And respect for you is
somethin' we won't lose!
Can I try on a pair of your silly shoes?
Man, quit
talkin' about those silly shoes.
You say I'm boring, but I s |
