You said your girl looked like Drew Barrymore I met her She looks like Drew Carey more Wearing way to much makeup And no one really cares about you Like the Grey Cup So shape up I break it down like Jenga My rhymes look good Like tight shirts on Tapenga Went to your show And I was the illest there I do it with ladies Like Lilith Fair Well prepared like a Cub Scout I stay in the painting And never get sucked out If you're in the club, shout It ain't a suggestion If Iversons the answer I'm the question Kinda funny Like something that tastes weird Not your everyday Like a kid with a gray beard So, I tell a story like Chuck Dickens When I'm on the mic you got problems Like people who fuck chickens
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| - You said your girl looked like Drew Barrymore I met her She looks like Drew Carey more Wearing way to much makeup And no one really cares about you Like the Grey Cup So shape up I break it down like Jenga My rhymes look good Like tight shirts on Tapenga Went to your show And I was the illest there I do it with ladies Like Lilith Fair Well prepared like a Cub Scout I stay in the painting And never get sucked out If you're in the club, shout It ain't a suggestion If Iversons the answer I'm the question Kinda funny Like something that tastes weird Not your everyday Like a kid with a gray beard So, I tell a story like Chuck Dickens When I'm on the mic you got problems Like people who fuck chickens
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| - You said your girl looked like Drew Barrymore I met her She looks like Drew Carey more Wearing way to much makeup And no one really cares about you Like the Grey Cup So shape up I break it down like Jenga My rhymes look good Like tight shirts on Tapenga Went to your show And I was the illest there I do it with ladies Like Lilith Fair Well prepared like a Cub Scout I stay in the painting And never get sucked out If you're in the club, shout It ain't a suggestion If Iversons the answer I'm the question Kinda funny Like something that tastes weird Not your everyday Like a kid with a gray beard So, I tell a story like Chuck Dickens When I'm on the mic you got problems Like people who fuck chickens (Chorus) Cuz anyone Can make words rhyme Yo, anyone Can make words rhyme Yo, anyone Can make words rhyme But only one man Makes words mine I own words I own words I own words I got receipts and shit, dude I make words mine Like I own them Know someone with a problem? Here's a quarter Phone them Cuz, dude I just do not care I'm hot Like people who wear lots of layers I make love to the beats Romancing the grooves You wanna get your hands on me Like Scarlett Johansson's boobs I'm grabbing mic's And I rip great And I never leave the house Without the Backburner Mix-tape While you're sucking wood Like a tree vortex And the only time you cum Is before sex With the hussies in the stairway Wearing too much hairspray "What's your take on same sex weddings?" They're gay And I don't need my homies picking me up Cuz when I rap all I hear is, "Holy frigging fuck!" I never said I was the best in town But, yo, I'll give the bomb beat I won't let you down (Chorus) Cuz anyone Can make words rhyme Yo, anyone Can make words rhyme Yo, anyone Can make words rhyme But only one man Makes words mine I make words mine I own words I own the- I own words I own- I o- I own words I- I ow- I- I own words First I burgle them I take them to my home (And then I own them) And give them a home I've always been sympathetic To needy words They need us We use them everyday (Word) But what do we give back? (The "Wordowner") Yo, for sure We're representing Props Department in full effect (Full effect) Backburner, you're alive I OWN WORDS!
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