| Trust me bro. |
| Look. |
| I know you’re in the building, rapper
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| Studios are always in buildings, man
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| They’re not outside! |
| (Give a speech.)
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| Somebody said that classics never go out of style
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| But that’s a stupid thing to say because they actually do And judgin by the people that are settin all the standards
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| All of us go out of style too
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| Oh Lordy Lou I swear to Christ, I’m short a screw or something now the only
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| music bumpin is that 1980's hair band Ask «Pop-Rap»
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| I’d rather beat a dead horse then throw a saddle on it, and ride it Man it ain’t goin no where!
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| You ever seen an Irish pot head that flows with no hair?
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| I got a little Buddha belly but I don’t really care
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| See I could never date a girl that’s on a magazine cover
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| Cause self absorbed women don’t make good lovers
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| Motherfucker just because it’s hard to write don’t make it smart and bright
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| I’m matin with the mothers of invention
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| Bring my art to life
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| Deliver menacin blows, and now the nicotine flows throughout my bloodstream,
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| so I’ma give a riveting show and paint the message
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| It’s like I scraped the edges of my razor up against my wrist but it’s nothing
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| major
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| Cause only punk motherfuckers call the cops
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| And I’ma blow a hot bubble of poison til it pops
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| And you can’t find me in the burbs and you can’t find me in the streets
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| And so you wonder what happened to me, to me You gotta trust that I’m just smokin something
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| Dealer with emotions, pumpin beats, tryin to set the style free
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| I wanna be southern rotten apple pie
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| I gotta make you bounce cause you know it’s do or die
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| I wanna be southern rotten apple pie
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| I gotta make you bounce cause you know it’s do or die
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| In 1997 I would smack my teacher with my purple Trapper-Keeper
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| Rockin Stan Smiths and an Ol Dirty Bastard t-shirt
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| Bingo, now I’m hittin a six, in the high school lunchroom, with liquor to mix
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| Let’s save the charts. |
| I’m healin y’all from all the wasted art you’re feelin
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| (man)
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| I wish that I could get pregnant with Ava Gardner’s children (damn)
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| Instead, I’m doin the twirl, as I watch text messages ruin the world (and
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| technology, period)
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| I’m waitin for the day we can burn copies of each other’s girlfriends and skip
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| the technology period
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| Cause Aunt Flow’s an old fashioned gal, and computer love just ain’t her style
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| (gross)
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| Lordy Lou all I wanna do is make it til I’m 42 so I can feel just in every
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| grouchy thing I say or do Until then you better watch out for that tailspin
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| No I’m not a rapper I’m a used car salesman
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| Hey, Sku, scratch my vocals right here
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| This is motherfuckin music to drive-by to |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Rotton Apple Pie , by - Mac Lethal. Song from the album 11:11, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп