| Song | I'm Just Raw |
| Artist | Lyrics Born |
| Album | Same !@#$ Different Day |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Dan the Automator ... | |
| His name is (Lyrics Born) | |
| and he is, as they say, wild and crazy | |
| As a composer, arranger, and producer | |
| He's exploring it all | |
| From the furthest reaches of musical outer space | |
| To the most down to earth funk | |
| And he sounds, well, he sounds exactly like this | |
| [Verse 1] | |
| Nobody 'members those | |
| Rap City episodes from twenty years ago | |
| When you were the guest host | |
| Past history, let it go | |
| Get off on a medical | |
| Pack a duffle bag with all your wrinkled clothes and pedal home | |
| Get a little dictaphone and sit alone | |
| In the middle of the room and let it flow | |
| Wouldn't it be better | |
| If you went and chose a new career path | |
| Like a shepherd or a flight attendant on an aircraft? | |
| You're pitiful, a pollywog | |
| Tiny fishy in a smaller pond | |
| Holding barbie dolls and leftover beads from the Mardi Gras | |
| Actin hella hard but that's just poppycock | |
| 'Cause inside you're hella soft like a Jolly Rancher lollypop | |
| I'll give you cauliflower ears stupid | |
| You're weird | |
| Feelin blue | |
| On a stool somewhere, two-fisting beers | |
| At a Hofbrau | |
| Moaning like a hot cow | |
| Cryin on the shoulder of some old man you met just now | |
| [Chorus] | |
| I'm smarter than you | |
| I'm harder than you | |
| I'm better than you | |
| I'm just raw | |
| I'm hotter than you | |
| More popular than you | |
| More clever than you | |
| And goshdarn it, people like me | |
| I'm smarter than you | |
| I'm harder than you | |
| I'm better than you | |
| I'm just raw | |
| I'm hotter than you | |
| More popular than you | |
| More clever than you | |
| And goshdarn it, people like me | |
| [Verse 2] | |
| Look I'm sorry, mate | |
| This is awkward, k? | |
| Little hard to say | |
| So I'll just say it | |
| Me and your mommy date | |
| She's awfully great | |
| She's a saucy plate | |
| She calls me late | |
| Always wants to meet | |
| On her coffee breaks | |
| She bought me seats | |
| To Bonnie Raitt | |
| Now there's no concrete date | |
| But she bought the ring | |
| It's laundry day | |
| And my stockings stink | |
| From my foot up in your ass | |
| 'Cause you drive me absolutely batty | |
| See I'm crabby when you get around me | |
| Tell me who's your daddy | |
| Call me Mister McAffee, your poop-deck pappy | |
| Shut your trap and get back in the backseat of the Camry | |
| Don't sass me or I'll backhand you | |
| smack you with an axe-handle | |
| Burn you with a wax candle | |
| Slap you with a sandle | |
| I'm trying to watch the rap channel | |
| Can't you tell we laugh about you? | |
| Call yourself a rapper but I gives a rat's ass about you | |
| [Chorus] | |
| [Verse 3] | |
| Why do I even bother with these off-brand cats | |
| Y'all are wombats man | |
| I'm bout to blow this pop stand | |
| Lyrically y'all don't compare to me in any contest | |
| Like a stealth bomber up against a Hyundai Accent | |
| Tall-can to a shot glass | |
| Bong-hit to a contact | |
| Gary Coleman versus Big Boss Man | |
| The Loch Ness Monster up against a crawdad | |
| Talking Sly Stallone in Rocky versus Sly Stallone in Copland | |
| Judge Judy versus Johnny Cochran | |
| Oh man | |
| Nell Carter versus Karen Carpenter topless | |
| Better yet, Broadband | |
| Compared to a long ass | |
| Piece of string connecting two pop cans | |
| It's all bad | |
| Don't quit your job at all believe me you'll be so glad back | |
| Hold on with both hands | |
| It's sucks washing sauce pans | |
| I know there's an off chance that one day hip-hop heads | |
| Will maybe feel rappers in the top-ten that crossdress | |
| [Chorus] | |
| [Outro] | |
| Ever since his triumphant return from his first album, L.T.D. | |
| Critics are calling (Lyrics Born) the brightest new star in years | |
| (Same Shit, Different Day) is his new album, on his own label | |
| And it's got the kind of top talent (Lyrics Born) always surrounds himself with | |
| Here's a sample of what they're raving about |
| zuo qu : Dan the Automator ... | |
| His name is Lyrics Born | |
| and he is, as they say, wild and crazy | |
| As a composer, arranger, and producer | |
| He' s exploring it all | |
| From the furthest reaches of musical outer space | |
| To the most down to earth funk | |
| And he sounds, well, he sounds exactly like this | |
| Verse 1 | |
| Nobody ' members those | |
| Rap City episodes from twenty years ago | |
| When you were the guest host | |
| Past history, let it go | |
| Get off on a medical | |
| Pack a duffle bag with all your wrinkled clothes and pedal home | |
| Get a little dictaphone and sit alone | |
| In the middle of the room and let it flow | |
| Wouldn' t it be better | |
| If you went and chose a new career path | |
| Like a shepherd or a flight attendant on an aircraft? | |
| You' re pitiful, a pollywog | |
| Tiny fishy in a smaller pond | |
| Holding barbie dolls and leftover beads from the Mardi Gras | |
| Actin hella hard but that' s just poppycock | |
| ' Cause inside you' re hella soft like a Jolly Rancher lollypop | |
| I' ll give you cauliflower ears stupid | |
| You' re weird | |
| Feelin blue | |
| On a stool somewhere, twofisting beers | |
| At a Hofbrau | |
| Moaning like a hot cow | |
| Cryin on the shoulder of some old man you met just now | |
| Chorus | |
| I' m smarter than you | |
| I' m harder than you | |
| I' m better than you | |
| I' m just raw | |
| I' m hotter than you | |
| More popular than you | |
| More clever than you | |
| And goshdarn it, people like me | |
| I' m smarter than you | |
| I' m harder than you | |
| I' m better than you | |
| I' m just raw | |
| I' m hotter than you | |
| More popular than you | |
| More clever than you | |
| And goshdarn it, people like me | |
| Verse 2 | |
| Look I' m sorry, mate | |
| This is awkward, k? | |
| Little hard to say | |
| So I' ll just say it | |
| Me and your mommy date | |
| She' s awfully great | |
| She' s a saucy plate | |
| She calls me late | |
| Always wants to meet | |
| On her coffee breaks | |
| She bought me seats | |
| To Bonnie Raitt | |
| Now there' s no concrete date | |
| But she bought the ring | |
| It' s laundry day | |
| And my stockings stink | |
| From my foot up in your ass | |
| ' Cause you drive me absolutely batty | |
| See I' m crabby when you get around me | |
| Tell me who' s your daddy | |
| Call me Mister McAffee, your poopdeck pappy | |
| Shut your trap and get back in the backseat of the Camry | |
| Don' t sass me or I' ll backhand you | |
| smack you with an axehandle | |
| Burn you with a wax candle | |
| Slap you with a sandle | |
| I' m trying to watch the rap channel | |
| Can' t you tell we laugh about you? | |
| Call yourself a rapper but I gives a rat' s ass about you | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse 3 | |
| Why do I even bother with these offbrand cats | |
| Y' all are wombats man | |
| I' m bout to blow this pop stand | |
| Lyrically y' all don' t compare to me in any contest | |
| Like a stealth bomber up against a Hyundai Accent | |
| Tallcan to a shot glass | |
| Bonghit to a contact | |
| Gary Coleman versus Big Boss Man | |
| The Loch Ness Monster up against a crawdad | |
| Talking Sly Stallone in Rocky versus Sly Stallone in Copland | |
| Judge Judy versus Johnny Cochran | |
| Oh man | |
| Nell Carter versus Karen Carpenter topless | |
| Better yet, Broadband | |
| Compared to a long ass | |
| Piece of string connecting two pop cans | |
| It' s all bad | |
| Don' t quit your job at all believe me you' ll be so glad back | |
| Hold on with both hands | |
| It' s sucks washing sauce pans | |
| I know there' s an off chance that one day hiphop heads | |
| Will maybe feel rappers in the topten that crossdress | |
| Chorus | |
| Outro | |
| Ever since his triumphant return from his first album, L. T. D. | |
| Critics are calling Lyrics Born the brightest new star in years | |
| Same Shit, Different Day is his new album, on his own label | |
| And it' s got the kind of top talent Lyrics Born always surrounds himself with | |
| Here' s a sample of what they' re raving about |
| zuò qǔ : Dan the Automator ... | |
| His name is Lyrics Born | |
| and he is, as they say, wild and crazy | |
| As a composer, arranger, and producer | |
| He' s exploring it all | |
| From the furthest reaches of musical outer space | |
| To the most down to earth funk | |
| And he sounds, well, he sounds exactly like this | |
| Verse 1 | |
| Nobody ' members those | |
| Rap City episodes from twenty years ago | |
| When you were the guest host | |
| Past history, let it go | |
| Get off on a medical | |
| Pack a duffle bag with all your wrinkled clothes and pedal home | |
| Get a little dictaphone and sit alone | |
| In the middle of the room and let it flow | |
| Wouldn' t it be better | |
| If you went and chose a new career path | |
| Like a shepherd or a flight attendant on an aircraft? | |
| You' re pitiful, a pollywog | |
| Tiny fishy in a smaller pond | |
| Holding barbie dolls and leftover beads from the Mardi Gras | |
| Actin hella hard but that' s just poppycock | |
| ' Cause inside you' re hella soft like a Jolly Rancher lollypop | |
| I' ll give you cauliflower ears stupid | |
| You' re weird | |
| Feelin blue | |
| On a stool somewhere, twofisting beers | |
| At a Hofbrau | |
| Moaning like a hot cow | |
| Cryin on the shoulder of some old man you met just now | |
| Chorus | |
| I' m smarter than you | |
| I' m harder than you | |
| I' m better than you | |
| I' m just raw | |
| I' m hotter than you | |
| More popular than you | |
| More clever than you | |
| And goshdarn it, people like me | |
| I' m smarter than you | |
| I' m harder than you | |
| I' m better than you | |
| I' m just raw | |
| I' m hotter than you | |
| More popular than you | |
| More clever than you | |
| And goshdarn it, people like me | |
| Verse 2 | |
| Look I' m sorry, mate | |
| This is awkward, k? | |
| Little hard to say | |
| So I' ll just say it | |
| Me and your mommy date | |
| She' s awfully great | |
| She' s a saucy plate | |
| She calls me late | |
| Always wants to meet | |
| On her coffee breaks | |
| She bought me seats | |
| To Bonnie Raitt | |
| Now there' s no concrete date | |
| But she bought the ring | |
| It' s laundry day | |
| And my stockings stink | |
| From my foot up in your ass | |
| ' Cause you drive me absolutely batty | |
| See I' m crabby when you get around me | |
| Tell me who' s your daddy | |
| Call me Mister McAffee, your poopdeck pappy | |
| Shut your trap and get back in the backseat of the Camry | |
| Don' t sass me or I' ll backhand you | |
| smack you with an axehandle | |
| Burn you with a wax candle | |
| Slap you with a sandle | |
| I' m trying to watch the rap channel | |
| Can' t you tell we laugh about you? | |
| Call yourself a rapper but I gives a rat' s ass about you | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse 3 | |
| Why do I even bother with these offbrand cats | |
| Y' all are wombats man | |
| I' m bout to blow this pop stand | |
| Lyrically y' all don' t compare to me in any contest | |
| Like a stealth bomber up against a Hyundai Accent | |
| Tallcan to a shot glass | |
| Bonghit to a contact | |
| Gary Coleman versus Big Boss Man | |
| The Loch Ness Monster up against a crawdad | |
| Talking Sly Stallone in Rocky versus Sly Stallone in Copland | |
| Judge Judy versus Johnny Cochran | |
| Oh man | |
| Nell Carter versus Karen Carpenter topless | |
| Better yet, Broadband | |
| Compared to a long ass | |
| Piece of string connecting two pop cans | |
| It' s all bad | |
| Don' t quit your job at all believe me you' ll be so glad back | |
| Hold on with both hands | |
| It' s sucks washing sauce pans | |
| I know there' s an off chance that one day hiphop heads | |
| Will maybe feel rappers in the topten that crossdress | |
| Chorus | |
| Outro | |
| Ever since his triumphant return from his first album, L. T. D. | |
| Critics are calling Lyrics Born the brightest new star in years | |
| Same Shit, Different Day is his new album, on his own label | |
| And it' s got the kind of top talent Lyrics Born always surrounds himself with | |
| Here' s a sample of what they' re raving about |