Zoolander Lyrics
| Song | Zoolander |
| Artist | JR Writer |
| Album | History in the Making |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Blackman, Brito | |
| Uhh, Grease, a fuckin animal man | |
| I belong in the zoo with the rest of 'em | |
| J.R. Writer, DipSet let's do it man, yo | |
| [Verse 1:] | |
| My mathematics smash it, I bag it pack it | |
| A packer's pass to the crackers, the bastard's actin erratic | |
| A static half of a savage to have it back in they cabbage is 'matic | |
| After they had it and add it, back to the attic - faggot | |
| Ask I'm the baddest of baddest, gather your baddest of rampers | |
| Scrampers to clampers don't matter, half of them bastards I'll splatter | |
| Cap in his bladder, you'll stagger, mac to a 'matic he's platter | |
| I'll feel for 'em (slow down son you're killin 'em) | |
| Uhh, yeah, the kid with the thunder, slip from up under | |
| The stunner, runner runner fronter, just admit I'm a gunner (blaow!) | |
| I've been itchin all summer, just a quick'll a gun ya | |
| With some shit you couldn't pump out if you was hit wit a plunger | |
| I do this shit cause I wanna, not to sit in a Hummer (what?) | |
| I've been sicker than Wonder, who's been sick since he was younger | |
| The game's missin its hunger, cause I'm that other flare others fear | |
| I don't wanna hear (slow down son you're killin 'em) | |
| Cause I'ma rippity rap, rip up and rap, rip in a rap | |
| Rap in a writ, rip like a mystery pack | |
| That still rip when he rap, rippin was rap, rappin is rip | |
| No cuts, rips in my wristery wrap scrap | |
| Pic, picture me back into these cats who grill and they grill | |
| But they wouldn't do diddly jack | |
| I'm still a G, kill a G, artillery pack | |
| Bring my Biggie fiend back (slow down son you're killin 'em) | |
| [Hook:] | |
| [scratched: "Who wanna mess with me"] | |
| [scratched: "Ask I'm the baddest"] | |
| [Verse 2:] | |
| Yo; I'm a menace clown listen now, I grip the pound and get it down | |
| You'll be a missin kitten and sniffin the scent of hound | |
| That leaves the ditch to found, captain is capped, blap blap | |
| Fuck if you new in town, you'll still get around | |
| I keep the addicts in attics while I traffic the order | |
| I done packaged the package then got it back through the border | |
| You need practice with package your stacks are stackin up shorter | |
| Crackheads say I give 'em flashbacks of Rich Porter (whoa) | |
| But I'm past that, give 'em back Lassie or daughter | |
| You can't flip a thing, you're ass-backwards with water | |
| Ask faggot I'm scorcher, fuck your security | |
| I got cats that'll pat pat them and off ya | |
| Soon as I pass 'em the offer they'll ditch the G | |
| Flick the flea a mystery the rest'll just be history | |
| Yeah I'm glistery, it don't have you seasick | |
| But just turn into somethin you'll be sick to see | |
| Bling blaow, rings wow, check around the ring dial | |
| Blue Smurfs, hit em where it hurts, ping pow | |
| I'm p-p-past you I'll pass you, no cats could battle this battle | |
| With all that babble you babble, you said you passed who I'll smack you | |
| You hit the gravel I'm a movin menace | |
| Youse a gimmick, get abused in the fewest minutes | |
| 1-2 I'm finished, have a group of tenants | |
| On the side yellin (slow down son you're killin 'em) | |
| [Hook] | |
| [Outro:] | |
| This is easy |
| zuo qu : Blackman, Brito | |
| Uhh, Grease, a fuckin animal man | |
| I belong in the zoo with the rest of ' em | |
| J. R. Writer, DipSet let' s do it man, yo | |
| Verse 1: | |
| My mathematics smash it, I bag it pack it | |
| A packer' s pass to the crackers, the bastard' s actin erratic | |
| A static half of a savage to have it back in they cabbage is ' matic | |
| After they had it and add it, back to the attic faggot | |
| Ask I' m the baddest of baddest, gather your baddest of rampers | |
| Scrampers to clampers don' t matter, half of them bastards I' ll splatter | |
| Cap in his bladder, you' ll stagger, mac to a ' matic he' s platter | |
| I' ll feel for ' em slow down son you' re killin ' em | |
| Uhh, yeah, the kid with the thunder, slip from up under | |
| The stunner, runner runner fronter, just admit I' m a gunner blaow! | |
| I' ve been itchin all summer, just a quick' ll a gun ya | |
| With some shit you couldn' t pump out if you was hit wit a plunger | |
| I do this shit cause I wanna, not to sit in a Hummer what? | |
| I' ve been sicker than Wonder, who' s been sick since he was younger | |
| The game' s missin its hunger, cause I' m that other flare others fear | |
| I don' t wanna hear slow down son you' re killin ' em | |
| Cause I' ma rippity rap, rip up and rap, rip in a rap | |
| Rap in a writ, rip like a mystery pack | |
| That still rip when he rap, rippin was rap, rappin is rip | |
| No cuts, rips in my wristery wrap scrap | |
| Pic, picture me back into these cats who grill and they grill | |
| But they wouldn' t do diddly jack | |
| I' m still a G, kill a G, artillery pack | |
| Bring my Biggie fiend back slow down son you' re killin ' em | |
| Hook: | |
| scratched: " Who wanna mess with me" | |
| scratched: " Ask I' m the baddest" | |
| Verse 2: | |
| Yo I' m a menace clown listen now, I grip the pound and get it down | |
| You' ll be a missin kitten and sniffin the scent of hound | |
| That leaves the ditch to found, captain is capped, blap blap | |
| Fuck if you new in town, you' ll still get around | |
| I keep the addicts in attics while I traffic the order | |
| I done packaged the package then got it back through the border | |
| You need practice with package your stacks are stackin up shorter | |
| Crackheads say I give ' em flashbacks of Rich Porter whoa | |
| But I' m past that, give ' em back Lassie or daughter | |
| You can' t flip a thing, you' re assbackwards with water | |
| Ask faggot I' m scorcher, fuck your security | |
| I got cats that' ll pat pat them and off ya | |
| Soon as I pass ' em the offer they' ll ditch the G | |
| Flick the flea a mystery the rest' ll just be history | |
| Yeah I' m glistery, it don' t have you seasick | |
| But just turn into somethin you' ll be sick to see | |
| Bling blaow, rings wow, check around the ring dial | |
| Blue Smurfs, hit em where it hurts, ping pow | |
| I' m pppast you I' ll pass you, no cats could battle this battle | |
| With all that babble you babble, you said you passed who I' ll smack you | |
| You hit the gravel I' m a movin menace | |
| Youse a gimmick, get abused in the fewest minutes | |
| 12 I' m finished, have a group of tenants | |
| On the side yellin slow down son you' re killin ' em | |
| Hook | |
| Outro: | |
| This is easy |
| zuò qǔ : Blackman, Brito | |
| Uhh, Grease, a fuckin animal man | |
| I belong in the zoo with the rest of ' em | |
| J. R. Writer, DipSet let' s do it man, yo | |
| Verse 1: | |
| My mathematics smash it, I bag it pack it | |
| A packer' s pass to the crackers, the bastard' s actin erratic | |
| A static half of a savage to have it back in they cabbage is ' matic | |
| After they had it and add it, back to the attic faggot | |
| Ask I' m the baddest of baddest, gather your baddest of rampers | |
| Scrampers to clampers don' t matter, half of them bastards I' ll splatter | |
| Cap in his bladder, you' ll stagger, mac to a ' matic he' s platter | |
| I' ll feel for ' em slow down son you' re killin ' em | |
| Uhh, yeah, the kid with the thunder, slip from up under | |
| The stunner, runner runner fronter, just admit I' m a gunner blaow! | |
| I' ve been itchin all summer, just a quick' ll a gun ya | |
| With some shit you couldn' t pump out if you was hit wit a plunger | |
| I do this shit cause I wanna, not to sit in a Hummer what? | |
| I' ve been sicker than Wonder, who' s been sick since he was younger | |
| The game' s missin its hunger, cause I' m that other flare others fear | |
| I don' t wanna hear slow down son you' re killin ' em | |
| Cause I' ma rippity rap, rip up and rap, rip in a rap | |
| Rap in a writ, rip like a mystery pack | |
| That still rip when he rap, rippin was rap, rappin is rip | |
| No cuts, rips in my wristery wrap scrap | |
| Pic, picture me back into these cats who grill and they grill | |
| But they wouldn' t do diddly jack | |
| I' m still a G, kill a G, artillery pack | |
| Bring my Biggie fiend back slow down son you' re killin ' em | |
| Hook: | |
| scratched: " Who wanna mess with me" | |
| scratched: " Ask I' m the baddest" | |
| Verse 2: | |
| Yo I' m a menace clown listen now, I grip the pound and get it down | |
| You' ll be a missin kitten and sniffin the scent of hound | |
| That leaves the ditch to found, captain is capped, blap blap | |
| Fuck if you new in town, you' ll still get around | |
| I keep the addicts in attics while I traffic the order | |
| I done packaged the package then got it back through the border | |
| You need practice with package your stacks are stackin up shorter | |
| Crackheads say I give ' em flashbacks of Rich Porter whoa | |
| But I' m past that, give ' em back Lassie or daughter | |
| You can' t flip a thing, you' re assbackwards with water | |
| Ask faggot I' m scorcher, fuck your security | |
| I got cats that' ll pat pat them and off ya | |
| Soon as I pass ' em the offer they' ll ditch the G | |
| Flick the flea a mystery the rest' ll just be history | |
| Yeah I' m glistery, it don' t have you seasick | |
| But just turn into somethin you' ll be sick to see | |
| Bling blaow, rings wow, check around the ring dial | |
| Blue Smurfs, hit em where it hurts, ping pow | |
| I' m pppast you I' ll pass you, no cats could battle this battle | |
| With all that babble you babble, you said you passed who I' ll smack you | |
| You hit the gravel I' m a movin menace | |
| Youse a gimmick, get abused in the fewest minutes | |
| 12 I' m finished, have a group of tenants | |
| On the side yellin slow down son you' re killin ' em | |
| Hook | |
| Outro: | |
| This is easy |
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