Baauer told me to Dance dance dance!
Against the harlem shake so I plant stance fast.
Rather bust a move with some chi city juke music,
to acouple basiq beats with my witty truth lucid.
But my mayor rahm Emmanuel makes it failure with the fellas fat fair,
maybe I should jump to the eastern standard time where theres better crap there.
But I’ll keep my oxygen in the windy city they be pumping harsh ghetto vast air.
I breath in my medicine through a contraption because of stellas cat hair.
Attempt to make a new album release but my soundcards whack, I’m a blunder bound star.
The release should be ready in the upcoming season but well the summer sound far.
I’m itching to make a move have a little bit of a razor burn cumbersome scars.
Need to phone Rebecca and have a release party downtown at the underground bar
Went through lent having beerless nights so I go and I pawn makers piss.
Either way it tastes better than tasteless jabber from the mouth on taylor swift.
Kind of a catalyst but the first come last even though I work on staff.
Money tight because my purse gone snatched and the virgin stashed got lyrics for every circumstance.
Fly as helicopters throwing confetti proper
draped up and down with goose quills eddie bauerrrrrrrrrr.
With zesty saunter I’m upsetting propers
cooking up raps with betty crocker and veggie daughters
Enter some linesaying I am a storm cascade
The lyrics in this like I’m tebowing not a norm pass play
record magic in a makeshift mystery nook
lost my picturing look, so I must take note of the history book
BTLP, why go main stream
they call your style lame thief, fumes pungent of sprayed queef
Back to the shake
well back from the break
the passion it takes
make half as you make
work fashion with mates
but fashion could wait
Go pass with my pace
no grass in my place
my status is fake
smoke ash on your stoop
the past you forsake
this crap is real great
'cause its magic wit bass
tragic with bass
erratic with bass
its practice with bass
straight black with energy shot drinking Hades java
Just dance just danc e , subliminal message lady gaga
But the message is muttled Rasta style blacca blacca blacca
Makes me laugh insanely wacca wacca wacca – and I’m done.