Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Rick Flare, artist - The Constructus Corporation. Date of issue: 09.01.2019
Song language: English
Rick Flare |
| Meet Rick Flare |
| Self-made millionaire |
| Uh-huh |
| Eccentric investor |
| Extraordinaire |
| Yeah, that’s right |
| Hi there |
| Meet Rick Flare |
| Self-made millionaire |
| Ah |
| Eccentric Investor |
| Extraordinaire |
| Yeah |
| And they’re like 'What's that distant rumbling?' |
| Guess who’s coming through thunderin' |
| Back on the scene |
| Rocking his black comedy |
| For all you little underlings |
| The fully poseable mimic is a disposable gimmick |
| Flip shiz, manipulative coroner lyric |
| That gets all up in your shit |
| Like a chorus when I speak |
| I freak intense sentences |
| Like a judge don’t mess around |
| Nobody can hold me back |
| When I’m all up in your face, like a faulty GAT |
| Come on girl |
| Let me see you work that booty to the beat |
| Like a salty crack |
| We’re here to motivate, there’s no debate |
| You’re overweight |
| MC sounds silly |
| Trumpets sound |
| Walls come tumbling down |
| Cuz a-Rick Flare’s so skinny |
| What you doing man, you’ve released a ghost |
| You’ve got company |
| It’s a parasite |
| Be the host |
| Now you want me to stop |
| But fuck it, I love it |
| Open the cupboard |
| Open the cupboard |
| Upon from within, all over you like skins |
| You’re so confident you’re gonna win, fuck yeah |
| No doubt Rick, definitely got flare |
| You may be sick but definitely not scared |
| Meet Rick Flare |
| Self-made millionaire |
| Uh-huh |
| Eccentric Investor |
| Extraordinaire |
| Yeah, that’s right |
| Hi there |
| Meet Rick Flare |
| Self-made millionaire |
| Like a rejuvenating 7 day detox plan for relieving constipation |
| Call me the immortal penetrating mystery, and revealing transformation |
| My super sound’s got me bumping all kinds of unexpected shit even for me like |
| my play thing |
| Cause then I’m looking back on what just happened flat out telling myself 'It's |
| fuckin' amazing' |
| You don’t wanna play with the psychosomatic ill one, 'scuse me if you could |
| lyrically move, that’s not- |
| Me looking at a burden above my head to think about what I — what I did to you |
| I’m on pool (?) pitch (?) bringing the cool shit all advanced like cyborg |
| And these fuckin' monkeys (?) all return western imperialist bullshit |
| Like from Saigon to hold you (?) the signal |
| I’ve got millions of minus minions plugged into my miser (?) |
| Plus some fan-girls on my dick go: 'We love you Rick' |
| Now don’t slip — illuminate (?) torches (?) |
| Deciphering impenetrable forces |
| Fucking with all sorts of raucous forces |
| I’m lost in this following, following orders |
| 'Who is that guy?' |