Lyrics

Here we go fools And it's on once again for young and old Because you stole the farmboy's time Cuz if you find me on the trippy hip hop Like I said before you whore We got the drop on you you're through So don't try and copy The style of those you chose to propose because you're sloppy There's a noise at the front door And just last week you sounded just like Faith No More Suckers come and go You won't fight it you won't know, There's some things you'll never know You've bought a new record kid Now you've got a new style Let me tell you right now You're like a senile pedophile Cuz you wanna rape the kids but they won't pay you shit Because you cut your hair when it was time to leave OH fingertip main trip, think you're so down and I just can't take it Suckers like you who fake it through, you're through Make me wanna be sick and you're sliding up and down HIP HOP'S TIP! CHORUS Come and rock the party full swing Listen to the styles that I bring and you know that kid You can't rock the party, FOOL If it's for the radio Just how many times I pulled the grand theft audio? Got to people, feel they tried to sound like you When there were dreams to kill, if I had a pound Everytime I saw a sucker, I'd be a rich man mother fucker CHORUS Repeat and fade
Writer(s): James Ashley Dunne, Simon Anthony Hepburn, Damian Gardiner, Scott Douglas Murray Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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