strippers can be rappers
snickers candy wrappers
yeah it happens, who are you
anyway, Captain Caramel?
Charmed, I'm sure.
Are you? Cause you don't seem sure.
You're sure you're charmed?
Yes, I'm sure.
Then, Esquire, we are ready to do battle.
Capt. Caramel:
I don't need rap and I don't need you
I hate third grade and I hate all of you
my rhymes are fantastic too
as is my motherfucking flow dawg
my flow dawg
I am so hot,
I'm like the planet Sun
Barely break a sweat
before I bust another one
Esquire (interjects, microphone in hand):
Well I loved third grade and I love all of you
I loved it so much I took it times two
eating on tables, multiplication on the side
catch my drift bitch this is how I ride
1 times 1 times 1 is 1 boo
bitch fuck the sun - too hot
to plan it, I'm orbiting the Earth
with a bitch named Janet
Capt. Caramel:
Yo, yo yo yo
She drops it like it's hotter
than a polaroid picture
hotter than a bagel, cousin
straight out the toaster oven
I seriously struggle sometimes
in front of crowds
the audience is loud.
and I lose my flow, dawg
my fucking flow dawg.
Esquire:
That shit was wack
everybody knows it
Call me devil's advocate
cause I oppose it
I'm the judge, you're the jury
the Shake and the Mcflurry
everybody hurry - I bring them to the yard
and then I drink your milkshake
I drink it up
I think this up
I flow like a fountain
like an avalanche,
my mountain is steep
I stopped countin sheep
when I was five - now I just sleep
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