Careful With That Mic... Songtext
von Clutch
Careful With That Mic... Songtext
Ha ha, ha ha
Uh huh, uh huh
So tell me, when you took the Practice Scholastic Aptitude Test, did you know the answers or did you guess?
You rely on gimmicks to amuse your fans and act all urban to jack up your soundscan
What′s the matter with you?
How come you rhyme monosylabically?
Is atrophy shrinking your entire vocabulary?
Your style's like garbage cans meant to be taken out on a weekly basis
Ever since your first record you′ve been in a state of suspended animation
You look like Snuffleuffagus and Astropithecus
Me cray, you abacus
But enough about you, let's talk about me and how single-handedly I redefined the science of radio astronomy
Making Nobel prize winners question their notions of reality
Oh, but I digress
You always win at Sorry
I always win at chess
Go get some percasets
Ha ha, ha ha
Chorus:
Careful with that mic weezy
Do you really think it's that easy?
Do you really think it′s true?
That up above they can′t hear you
Mmm, this is really good ice cream, do you want some of it?
Oh, my bad, I didn't know you were lactose intolerant
Makes you pass gas, frightens all the girls away
Only friends you keep are those you pay
I′m always on the ready for the wack snack attack
I carry sandwiches around in a straight edge style Jansport back pack
Got the gadget Q gave Bond, controls your mind, makes you jump in a pond
Go quack quack and flap your arms
Leaves you confused but completely unharmed
Ha ha, ha ha
Both you and I know the past ten years have been rather intense
I'm ashamed to admit I′ve been fooled by the seductions of violence
People walking around with ugly auras
At times I'm even tempted to seek the advice of Dr. Laura
But I ignore her
And I take a deep breath and count to ten
Ain′t gonna let it get under my skin
Take a deep breath and count to ten
Think of all the nice places that I've been
Like back when I was waging peace against the visigoths
I was tutored in the ancient mysteries by a wisened philosoph
Learned the polyrythyms of celestial time
Waiting for the one to come and get it done
And finish the rhyme
Ha ha
Uh huh, uh huh
So tell me, when you took the Practice Scholastic Aptitude Test, did you know the answers or did you guess?
You rely on gimmicks to amuse your fans and act all urban to jack up your soundscan
What′s the matter with you?
How come you rhyme monosylabically?
Is atrophy shrinking your entire vocabulary?
Your style's like garbage cans meant to be taken out on a weekly basis
Ever since your first record you′ve been in a state of suspended animation
You look like Snuffleuffagus and Astropithecus
Me cray, you abacus
But enough about you, let's talk about me and how single-handedly I redefined the science of radio astronomy
Making Nobel prize winners question their notions of reality
Oh, but I digress
You always win at Sorry
I always win at chess
Go get some percasets
Ha ha, ha ha
Chorus:
Careful with that mic weezy
Do you really think it's that easy?
Do you really think it′s true?
That up above they can′t hear you
Mmm, this is really good ice cream, do you want some of it?
Oh, my bad, I didn't know you were lactose intolerant
Makes you pass gas, frightens all the girls away
Only friends you keep are those you pay
I′m always on the ready for the wack snack attack
I carry sandwiches around in a straight edge style Jansport back pack
Got the gadget Q gave Bond, controls your mind, makes you jump in a pond
Go quack quack and flap your arms
Leaves you confused but completely unharmed
Ha ha, ha ha
Both you and I know the past ten years have been rather intense
I'm ashamed to admit I′ve been fooled by the seductions of violence
People walking around with ugly auras
At times I'm even tempted to seek the advice of Dr. Laura
But I ignore her
And I take a deep breath and count to ten
Ain′t gonna let it get under my skin
Take a deep breath and count to ten
Think of all the nice places that I've been
Like back when I was waging peace against the visigoths
I was tutored in the ancient mysteries by a wisened philosoph
Learned the polyrythyms of celestial time
Waiting for the one to come and get it done
And finish the rhyme
Ha ha
Writer(s): Jean-paul Gaster, Richard Timothy Sult, Dan Maines, Neil Fallon Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com