CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : STINKY!
I'm hungry, and that stupid robot destroyed the cake. Gimme that sweet roll you got from Old Lady Palmer
...
Oh yeah? We'll see about that
You're gonna be sorry, you little-
*Gunshots*
Beep beep bop (Bop!)
You smell a lot like garbage (Ew!)
If you were a Krabby Patty
You would definitely be tarnished
You stink a lot (A lot!)
Put Febreze on that body (Ew!)
White kid rapping while playing MC in the darkness
I inhale after every word and then I hurl because your breath smells like sh*t
Could you please take 1, or 2, or 3 supreme Altoid mints?
Put random ad-libs and then I call it a song (Ew!)
'Cause one thing I have in common with the Bible is that it's very long
Please don't touch my 3DS
Or will you be 3D-dead
Bump into my bumpin' screen
And bullets go straight to your head (No!)
Ok, disclaimer, I do not have a gun, I do not have a gun, it was a joke (He has a gun! Ew!)
If I were to rap PC, then I'd have no audience
School was tryna take me, missionaries like Methodius
If I were to start some beef, then some thots would be involved
I got pictures from the yearbook
A, Z, P, but I evolved
My flow is hot like asparagus
Fly to the town over just to keep blaring this
Unpredictable like an Aquarius
Rhymes so hot (Hot!) you better see a therapist
Mean like a green bean
I do not want you fellas on my team
Spitting in front of the queen
Just kidding, I would never do that
Now my stomach hurts and I'm a slave to the media
Rapping and ra-ra-rapping to the beat of the drum (What drum?)
None, covered like a nun
Dying to a disease from Lebanon (Ew!)
Is it Ebola? (No, wait)
Or is it just the common cold (Ew!)
With Uganda's technology, 25 is considered old
...
Oh yeah? We'll see about that
You're gonna be sorry, you little-
*Gunshots*
Beep beep bop (Bop!)
You smell a lot like garbage (Ew!)
If you were a Krabby Patty
You would definitely be tarnished
You stink a lot (A lot!)
Put Febreze on that body (Ew!)
White kid rapping while playing MC in the darkness
I inhale after every word and then I hurl because your breath smells like sh*t
Could you please take 1, or 2, or 3 supreme Altoid mints?
Put random ad-libs and then I call it a song (Ew!)
'Cause one thing I have in common with the Bible is that it's very long
Please don't touch my 3DS
Or will you be 3D-dead
Bump into my bumpin' screen
And bullets go straight to your head (No!)
Ok, disclaimer, I do not have a gun, I do not have a gun, it was a joke (He has a gun! Ew!)
If I were to rap PC, then I'd have no audience
School was tryna take me, missionaries like Methodius
If I were to start some beef, then some thots would be involved
I got pictures from the yearbook
A, Z, P, but I evolved
My flow is hot like asparagus
Fly to the town over just to keep blaring this
Unpredictable like an Aquarius
Rhymes so hot (Hot!) you better see a therapist
Mean like a green bean
I do not want you fellas on my team
Spitting in front of the queen
Just kidding, I would never do that
Now my stomach hurts and I'm a slave to the media
Rapping and ra-ra-rapping to the beat of the drum (What drum?)
None, covered like a nun
Dying to a disease from Lebanon (Ew!)
Is it Ebola? (No, wait)
Or is it just the common cold (Ew!)
With Uganda's technology, 25 is considered old
