motion (feat. Reverend Ice)

G-Get out of the studio What're you doing W-w-what the f*ck man Dude get out the booth Out the booth Yee Yeah, yeah Boofy Always a miracle, how it appear to you I'm moving forward, my hands on my chemicals Not one comparison, call me a paradox White boy suburban but slums in my sweaty socks Some say I'm popping off, ya'll are some carbon cops Wish you the best, but you know my coin never drop In a wishing well, wish you tell, Dave Chapelle Making jokes and you give me hell You can win a whale, out in Winnipeg I got better bars than the county jail Ima drink a beer, Ima do my jig Way I'm dancing think I'm gonna bail I'm Christian if you press me Any other time I'm just nothing That's how they always see me Unless I'm always bumping Glass jars, fast cars, black tar no way I'm scared of needles Doctors wanna feel my dick and tell me that I can't be with people It's just a cough, what, you getting off? Blow your fucking car up with a molotov Take your whole crew out like Gorbachov I'm a donkey motherfucker, no hees and haws Bitch shut your mouth, what you laughing bout? Take your two lips, pucker up and stick em' out Ima grab em like a cartoon, laughing now Chop them both off, give you sum to smile about Why'd you have his kid? Shoulda been mine bitch Thinking bout it makes my god damn mind twitch But you ended up with a deadbeat, thinking bout that makes me real happy Get out of the studio What're you doing W-w-what the f*ck man Dude