Playdough Songtext
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Playdough Songtext
Wow! What a beautiful day. It′s so unusually vivid. This morning is just so great. I don't even need coffee. I feel so... Wait... what′s that sound? No!
Aww, fuck. It was a wonderful dream
I woke up today like "fuck the world"
Nah, I'm too late; the world is fucked
These little rappers think their words are tough
I ain't concerned with what you′re saying, I′ll burn you up
Since '83 I′ve been serving chumps
It's curtains once you′re submerged in dirt and mud
Little advice about your bird:
If she listens to Murs and Slug, well, your girl's a slut
My group makes songs you can die to
You imitate us or you constantly try to
I′m r-r-rocking the jaws of my rivals
x2
Little rapper, don't play yourself
Throw away your CD, don't play yourself
If I had it my way, you′d go straight to Hell
In flames
(Hey now)
You′re not an all-star
You got no game, don't play, go away
I′ve got no good advice to give, well...
Go sit in a tub and slice your wrists (Slice)
There ain't no room for you
You do the same thing that newbies do
Developing crush, because I′m rapper
But I'm crushing y′all rappers
Young bucks with fuzz on your antlers
I ain't trying to offer a new way
You better be watching what you say
It's too late to stop it: it′s doomsday
My crew stay on top like a toupee
Here to take you out of your body
How could you stop me?
Suffocate you with Sand
I ain′t talking about the Mojave
Now dig your way out the underground like a zombie
x2
Little rapper, don't play yourself
Throw away your CD, don′t play yourself
If I had it my way, you'd go straight to Hell
In flames
Aww, fuck. It was a wonderful dream
I woke up today like "fuck the world"
Nah, I'm too late; the world is fucked
These little rappers think their words are tough
I ain't concerned with what you′re saying, I′ll burn you up
Since '83 I′ve been serving chumps
It's curtains once you′re submerged in dirt and mud
Little advice about your bird:
If she listens to Murs and Slug, well, your girl's a slut
My group makes songs you can die to
You imitate us or you constantly try to
I′m r-r-rocking the jaws of my rivals
x2
Little rapper, don't play yourself
Throw away your CD, don't play yourself
If I had it my way, you′d go straight to Hell
In flames
(Hey now)
You′re not an all-star
You got no game, don't play, go away
I′ve got no good advice to give, well...
Go sit in a tub and slice your wrists (Slice)
There ain't no room for you
You do the same thing that newbies do
Developing crush, because I′m rapper
But I'm crushing y′all rappers
Young bucks with fuzz on your antlers
I ain't trying to offer a new way
You better be watching what you say
It's too late to stop it: it′s doomsday
My crew stay on top like a toupee
Here to take you out of your body
How could you stop me?
Suffocate you with Sand
I ain′t talking about the Mojave
Now dig your way out the underground like a zombie
x2
Little rapper, don't play yourself
Throw away your CD, don′t play yourself
If I had it my way, you'd go straight to Hell
In flames
Writer(s): Marcus Eugene Williams Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com