A.T.H.F. Songtext
von DANGERDOOM
A.T.H.F. Songtext
Dangerdoom in the hizzy
Widdy, widdy, widdy, widdy
Widdy, widdy, widdy, we
We need food
What you doin′ there?
I'm rappin′
Yeah, no, no, I see that, what for?
Money, that and
I wanna get some steady bitches and hoes
And some candy for my nerves
Some diamond stones, to roll with my chrome and
Hey, genius, you even know what that means?
Uh, uh, what does it mean?
Where's the keyboards and the tambourine and the guitar
And you know, I mean, the stuff that like white people like
We had a piano
Somethin' bad ass, like, uhh, I don′t know
Like uh, REO Speedwagon or somethin′
Hell yeah
Aiyyo, I know this dude right
Carl, he wore tight blue sweats but wasn't glued too tight
All he had upstairs was a crude light
You think that′s weird? He lived next door to a food fight
Howdy Danger, much obliged for the beat god
Even though you still eat lard by the Meatwad
Mesquite charred, speakin' of which or who
Voice all squeaky like they tuned it up a pitch or two
A chunk of burned up witch′s brew, get your crew
See if they can't get past the stench of the stew
It stank like a septic tank full of big poo
He mostly only turned into a frank or a igloo
Switch your view to the brother with the fried dreads
Not to be confused with the incense selling Thai heads
His name rhymes with Mike Cock
You could call him livewire, eye sockets, Frylock
Able to shoot electricity through his eyeballs
And blast all through your single sided brick and drywall
More interesting than professional wrestling
When he′s online you can find him on instant pestering
What's up with your boy? He's not a soft or hot drink
Whoever don′t like it could suck his straw, it′s hot pink
On some junk like Gucci on a classy ho
Might splash you in the face with nuclear pistachio
Make a fast break or that'll be the last mistake
That ass′ll make, is what you get for messin' with Master Shake
Look out, don′t block the screen son, lunge across
Tryin' to watch Adult Swim, Aqua Teen Hunger Force
Rock this cult hymn, sock your mean younger boss
Psht, Adult Swim, Aqua Teen Hunger Force
He often wondered, should he get the logo tatted to his woody?
He could be number one in the hood, gee, easily
Shake callin′, he, heh
You know I
I'd just got off the phone with somebody else
And, uh, that wasn't about you
That was about me being upset about something else
I shouldn′t have called you but I did ′cause I just
I like you so much, I'm really looking forward
To us working together and just as of now that I′m calm
And after I've apologized profusely, probably too much
I am available, call me doggie
Widdy, widdy, widdy, widdy
Widdy, widdy, widdy, we
We need food
What you doin′ there?
I'm rappin′
Yeah, no, no, I see that, what for?
Money, that and
I wanna get some steady bitches and hoes
And some candy for my nerves
Some diamond stones, to roll with my chrome and
Hey, genius, you even know what that means?
Uh, uh, what does it mean?
Where's the keyboards and the tambourine and the guitar
And you know, I mean, the stuff that like white people like
We had a piano
Somethin' bad ass, like, uhh, I don′t know
Like uh, REO Speedwagon or somethin′
Hell yeah
Aiyyo, I know this dude right
Carl, he wore tight blue sweats but wasn't glued too tight
All he had upstairs was a crude light
You think that′s weird? He lived next door to a food fight
Howdy Danger, much obliged for the beat god
Even though you still eat lard by the Meatwad
Mesquite charred, speakin' of which or who
Voice all squeaky like they tuned it up a pitch or two
A chunk of burned up witch′s brew, get your crew
See if they can't get past the stench of the stew
It stank like a septic tank full of big poo
He mostly only turned into a frank or a igloo
Switch your view to the brother with the fried dreads
Not to be confused with the incense selling Thai heads
His name rhymes with Mike Cock
You could call him livewire, eye sockets, Frylock
Able to shoot electricity through his eyeballs
And blast all through your single sided brick and drywall
More interesting than professional wrestling
When he′s online you can find him on instant pestering
What's up with your boy? He's not a soft or hot drink
Whoever don′t like it could suck his straw, it′s hot pink
On some junk like Gucci on a classy ho
Might splash you in the face with nuclear pistachio
Make a fast break or that'll be the last mistake
That ass′ll make, is what you get for messin' with Master Shake
Look out, don′t block the screen son, lunge across
Tryin' to watch Adult Swim, Aqua Teen Hunger Force
Rock this cult hymn, sock your mean younger boss
Psht, Adult Swim, Aqua Teen Hunger Force
He often wondered, should he get the logo tatted to his woody?
He could be number one in the hood, gee, easily
Shake callin′, he, heh
You know I
I'd just got off the phone with somebody else
And, uh, that wasn't about you
That was about me being upset about something else
I shouldn′t have called you but I did ′cause I just
I like you so much, I'm really looking forward
To us working together and just as of now that I′m calm
And after I've apologized profusely, probably too much
I am available, call me doggie
Writer(s): Daniel Dumile Thompson, Brian Burton, Richard Demaria Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
