atmosphere
salma hayek
[hook] And you write And you write And you write And you write And you write And you write And you write And you write And you write I'm Joe Piscopo I'm an original But the kids don't know I was spitting flows before flip phones Back when it wasn't cool to rap about sniffing coke And you right It might be a shit show But you ain't fuckin with this, bro Your WiFi got no signal Fifi sucking on my biggest toe And now I'm all up On her money in the middle And I don't even have to disrobe I keep my boxers on And use the dick hole Roll the window down And feel the wind blow Mama in the back of the Honda Getting hot as a disco I'm sicker than a goldfish Swimming in a fishbowl full of Crisco Yo, it's officially official You better get your tickets if we hitting your zip code [hook] I'm Selma Hayek On the Mississippi River In a stolen kayak Live fast like my life's in a time lapse I'm so fly I'm attracted to fly traps Get your mind out the trash Or at least you should line it with a bag Tie it up to keep the lye bacteria gagged To a minimal stack, it's a fixable flat A sideline will get you sidetracked Put it up if you feel like a blind rat Just trying to climb out of a wine glass We under attack But not allowed to fight back, right? You not about to fight back, right? We might strike combat if it's time for that After I take my IQ test On this iPad app In the eye rock on the way to the IHOP With your high ass [hook] I'm Herbie Hancock I rock it I'm not a prophet I'm not not for profit, nah I don't stop, I'm the opposite I'm on my Spock shit Trying to live long and prosperous Excuse me for trying to be modest But ooey, I feel kinda marvelous It's obvious that these socks fit So I'ma stomp around the block Like the goddamn apocalypse Preceded by a stampede Of fire-breathing rhinoceroses The promise of awesomeness Not a problem It's not a conflict Party on the rock bottom In a lake of toxins And if you ain't starving Then change the topic Ain't nothing left to say about it You eating dirt 'Cause you like it And dirt from the graveyard You put gravy on it [hook]