Off the Pot Songtext
von Goose

THE MINUTE THAT I STOPS
THE MINUTE THAT RAP DIES
THE MINUTE THAT DOGS FLY
AND PIGS GROW WINGS
THE MINUTE THAT THE ALIENS
COME DOWN IN SPACESHIPS
HELL FREEZES OVER
AND THE FAT LADY SINGS
YOU CAN TWIST MY ARM
TILL IT BREAKS I AINT TAPPIN′
PUNCH ME IN THE FACE
TILL I DIE I AINT FLINCHIN'
YOU LISTENIN TO
THE STORY OF MY LIFE
THIS AINT RAPPIN
I BEEN DOIN THIS FOR YEARS
AND NEVER HAD NO COMPETITION I JUST BOUGHT A HALF POUND A HAZE
AND A STRONG LIGHTER
IM NOT A POTHEAD DOG
IM A SONGWRITER
AND SONGWRITERS
SMOKE WEED ALL DAY
I SPENT TEN YEARS
ON MY FEET ALL DAY
NOW IM TRYIN TO STACK CHIPS
LIKE FRITO LAY
THIS IS OLD SCHOOL HIP HOP
WE DONT PLAY
WE JUST RHYME
SO GO ON SPIT
AND TAKE A WALK WITH THAT
POP RAP BULLSHIT GO ON GIT


Either shit or get ya self
Off the pot now
Cuz things are gettin
Really really hot now
Wrote 400 songs
That i need to record
And there ain′t no time to waste

IM THINKIN YOU NERDS
BETTER JUST STICK TO THE BIRDS
I WAS RHYMIN WHEN YOU WAS
TOO LITTLE TO THINK AND SAY WORDS
WHILE YOU WAS ALL SCRUNCHED UP
LIKE HATCHED IN THE FETAL
I WAS IN SOME DIRTY RAP CLUB
SCRATCHIN THE NEEDLE
INCONSPICUOUS THE TRICK TO THIS
IS THINKIN ITS NO THING
YOU FIGURED ITS HIS NECKLACE
BUT LOOK AT HIS GOLD RING
MATICULOUS RIDICULOUS
BUT LOOK IT ITS SO BLING
TOO QUICK WITH THIS THE WICKEDIST
THE KING A THIS WHOLE THING
I SWEAR TO FUCKIN GOD
IF I DONT GET UP
IN THIS VOCAL BOOTH
AND SHOW THE PROOF
TO ALL THESE LOCAL YOKELS
THAT DONT KNOW THE TRUTH
AND SAY TO ME
THE THINGS THAT THEY SAY TO ME
WHEN THEY HATE ON ME
AND LABEL ME
SOMETHING THAT IM NOT CUZ IM HOT
AND I DONT MEAN HOT IN THE SENSE
OF HOPPIN THE FENCE
OR SELLIN ALL MY PUBLISHIN
TO HOP IN A BENZ
IM A CHILL ON MY TONE
YEAH CHILL ON MY THRONE
FUCK YA'LL
I COULD PROBABLY
SELL A MILL ON MY OWN

Either shit or get ya self
Off the pot now
Cuz things are gettin
Really really hot now
Wrote 400 songs
That i need to record
And there ain't no time to waste

YOU CALL YA SELF PRODUCERS
TO ME YA JUST LOSERS
SUPERCALIFRAGALISTICESPIALA
GOOSE IS
BETTER THAN THESE DUECES
AND EBENEZER SCROOGES
THE RECORD BUSINESS NOWADAYS
JUST A BUNCH A MOOCHES
AND BLOOD SUCKIN LEECHES
KIDS WITH NO CLASS
N′ I AINT GOT NUTHIN TO GIVE
SO DONT ASK
N′ I AINT GOT NUTHIN TO SAY
SO DONT STARE
N' I DONT GIVE A FUCK WHAT YOU THINK
I DONT CARE
IM NOT OPEN TO SUGGESTIONS
IM HOPIN THAT YA QUESTIONS
REVOLVE AROUND THE MUSIC
AND THINGS TO BE
THEY AINT NEVER
GONNA PUT ME ON NO TV SHOW
CUZ MY REALITY
IS NOTHING FOR THESE KIDS TO SEE
LISTEN I STARTED OUT
MY RAP CAREER DISSIN′
ALL THE COMPETITION
TILL THEY TOLD ME TO CHILL
BUT ON THE SEQUEL
TO THIS SECOND RECORD
I SWEAR TO GOD
THESE LITTLE BITCHES
GONNA CATCH
AN ASS WHOOPIN FOR REAL

Either shit or get ya self
Off the pot now
Cuz things are gettin
Really really hot now
Wrote 400 songs
That i need to record
And there ain't no time to waste