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    [Verse 1]

    Woo, this that shit they didn’t want me on
    I’m ‘bout to act a badonkadonk, Shimon Shimon
    Don't need sugar, I need cream, I'm dark and strong
    The garbage man puttin' on cologne, aroma, 'rom'
    I'm on, I'm on, this that shit they didn't want
    I act a ass and shit a skunk, I will, I won't
    Black your eye like will.i.am, you Willy Wonka
    That's me in the Lamb, I'm disappearin' like Jimmy Hoffa
    AK-47 my business partner, business is swell
    French kiss a bitch, she don't speak French, can't kiss and tell
    I push his ass in the wishin' well, then wish him well
    Sippin' syrup like ginger ale, but I'm the quickest snail
    From here to Hell, I hear them hail, I give them hell
    I'm spittin' hail, I'm Clinton, well, I did inhale
    These niggas frail, they Chip and Dale, they little girls
    Watch me act a donkey, then pin a tail, spit out your nails
    Uh, glory, hallelujah, holy shit
    I'm the holy shit, I'm God's manure
    I know how to hack a jeweler ward and not computers
    I meditate like a Buddhist, holy ramen noodles
    And now you sleep, I'm inside your room wit' a lot of shooters
    You wake up to the chopper, toolies like, 'Cock-a-doodle'
    I'm aqua cukoo, I turn your Froot Loop to chocolate Yoo-Hoo
    I'm hotter than Honolulu, glory unto you, glory

    [Verse 2]
    I'm aqua cukoo, I turn your Froot Loop to chocolate Yoo-Hoo
    I'm hotter than Honolulu, my clothes and socks and shoes new
    I been a boo-boo since ga-ga goo-goo and Dada, FUBU
    Make everybody that knew you boo-boo, I got them spooked too
    I drive a neutral, shock the future like Dr. Luther
    I'm not accuser, your mama cougar, I sock it to her
    My cocaine white as a white beluga, I like bazookas
    I'm high as lunar, I'm wilder than Tyga's Nike, Pumas
    Woo, this that shit you didn't want me on
    My weed louder than underarms and car alarms
    Cheers, I said, 'Surprise', but couldn't party long
    I got to get back to the grind and the drawin' board
    But all this fuckin' art destroyed, this the art of war
    These niggas' soft as teddy bears, time to Marky Mark
    I wet your block, leave it a waterpark, broad or dark
    I whip the work like tartar sauce, you want it hard or raw, huh?

    [Verse 3]
    Uh, glory, hallelujah
    Holy shit, I'm the shit, Porta-Potty Tunechi
    Unload the Glock profusely, I'm soarin' out confusion
    Your motor mouth keep vrooming I'm goin' Tony Stewart
    I'm on the fluid, I'm ruined, I'm cold as Boston brewings
    Lost in the shoo-shoo and who's who and I lost influence
    Lost my point of view 'til I find a mirror, start talkin' to it
    It told me the truth, it said I'm the shit and you potty poopin'
    Lord, oh, Lord,
    am I talkin' crazy, too much coffee maybe
    I smell like money, I know broke niggas feel nauseated
    The broads elated, my boys are faded, my car's the latest
    My bars the greatest, they rated X like Marvel made it
    She called the babies, she bought the babies, them orphans maybe
    We got that white girl like in the '80s, that Marcia Brady
    I dicked Tracy like Warren Beatty, I'm Mormons hades
    I'm armed and lazy, I'm sprayin' until my arms is lazy
    Pardon my mental, I'm higher than Continental
    Went from flyin' cockroaches to flyin' without credentials
    That's private, tell the pilot, 'Be quiet, we need our privacy'
    Throw you off this bitch if you wired, justifiably
    Hustle wit' a motive, you know this, I'm wit' my whoadies
    No snakes, no rodents, no ad-libs, no chorus
    No stress, no worries, took you to a respiratory
    It's self-explanatory, the glory is mandatory, glory

    [Verse 4]
    Uh, glory, hallelujah, holy shit
    I can't hold this shit, my bowel's looser
    My towel's newer, my powder room is for powder-users
    You see rolled up dollar bills filled wit' snot and mucus
    My tie is Lucas, my driver's crusin', my partner's ruthless
    My flower's rootless, my pocket's ruthless, she poppin' roofies
    I'm not a student, I'm not assumin' I'm not a human
    You are not immune to this kind of music, you got 'em, Tunechi
    You got 'em, Tunechi, I got 'em
    Last edited by LilTunƎchi; 06-03-2015, 02:15 PM.

    It's Tunechi Homie, Master Of Ceremonies.

  • #2
    Thanks, a bunch of these flew over my head, and this line stood out to me on the first listen "Don't need sugar, I need cream, I'm dark and strong"

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    • #3
      there are way to many bars on this to pick a favourite

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      • #4
        everyone has to be a fan of this Wayne.

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        • #5
          Another crazy song without a chorus

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          • #6
            wow that marky mark and ted reference

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            • #7
              Oh shit man , I wasn't ready for that.
              I was gonna quote my fav lyrics
              but they're too many good lyrics man , the whole track is quotable...Me as a not native english speaker can't understand everything with just one time. But...oh lord...this was good. few. cant wait for fwa

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              • #8
                I think he says These nigias soft as teddy bears, Talk to Marky Mark not time...makes more sense to me
                Originally posted by Shake
                Why so negative all the time???

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                • #9
                  this is incredible..

                  Want to know how deep the wordplay goes in this song? Check this out

                  Uh, glory, hallelujah / Holy shit, I'm the holy shit, I'm.. ? Glory

                  Thats just 3 bars.. fuck

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                  • #10
                    Pardon my mental, I'm higher than Continental
                    Went from flyin' cockroaches to flyin' without credentials
                    That's private, tell the pilot, 'Be quiet, we need our privacy'
                    Throw you off this bitch if you wired, justifiably
                    Hustle wit' a motive, you know this, I'm wit' my whoadies
                    No snakes, no rodents, no ad-libs, no chorus
                    No stress, no worries, took you to a respiratory
                    It's self-explanatory, the glory is mandatory, glory


                    the flow



                    but this whole song mane... I cant believe what Im hearing

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                    • #11
                      Im speechless

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                      • #12
                        Originally posted by Theonlydjorkaeff View Post
                        this is incredible..

                        Want to know how deep the wordplay goes in this song? Check this out

                        Uh, glory, hallelujah / Holy shit, I'm the holy shit, I'm.. ? Glory

                        Thats just 3 bars.. fuck
                        goat

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