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Warming Up


Artist: Okan
Genres: Folk
Total songs: 5
Year: 2010

Respect My Conglomerate Remix Lyrics - Warming Up - Okan

I wasn't born mean I was pushed to trechary 

I walked the streets looking for some puss to fetch me 

I like a veggie brain, turn to mush, I'm edgy 

Edgy enough to give Reggie Bush a wedgie 

If he don't give me Kim things could get messy 

So pass that ass to me, let me squish the left cheek 

And pressed against the right one till it's smushed against me 

And leave a dead body in the woods the mc 

With the Christopher Reeves beef, we started off on the wrong foot 

Or should I say fake leg, made outta wood? I shouldn't, yes I should 

Riding through the hood, I'm chilling with Westwood 

I'm quite mellow, a white fellow 

My pee is bright yellow, I like jello, 

I'm like hello 

To a cute little dike on the mic, 

'm kinda like... 

Iron Mike cos I bite earlobes 

Well, I must must say well uh 

I'm just not gay well I 

I'm must must say um well 

See I'm the first to class and the last to leave 

I mean I'm the first one to leave out of class, believe 

That I'm a mailbox pimp in my heart til' I die 

Even after I'm all gone and my ashes fry 

Went from ashy guy, class clown this high 

Runyons ave's the click, D12's the gang 

We been spitting; this shit since we was little baby's 

Gaga googoo nana, nanny booboo? never 

Word to my homie Em, I'm just too too clever 

A 45 shot'll leave a motherfuckers face lop-sided 

The kick from the barrel make you think I'm cock eyed-ed 

When I bust it off in the crow, you start diving 

Greg Louganis in over the bar, I ain't lyin' 

Hot I ain't equal, it's not defying a soldier 

Runyons Ave soldier equals death when it's over 

There's nothing colder than niggas than understranded struggle 

Fly the street muscle, We been had the hussle 

We been had the hussle, We been had the hussle 

Fly the street muscle, We been had the hussle 

Me and Westwood blasting off 

Jacking off in a pair of Acid Wash, bumping Asher Roth 

Crusin Gratiot till I damn near crash the car 

Tryna smash a moth on the dash, hit the overpass-went off 

Over the bridge, into on coming traffic 

Caused a massive 42 car pile up, not a scratch at all 

Hocked up holding a axe and saw 

Jason mask is off but my face is plastered in Tabasco sauce 

Spitting flames, kicking fire out ya ass 

Ya little bastard, you can pass it on, I'm battery acid dog 

You don't wanna get my ass ticked off 

I'm harder than playing basketball when I'm going through crack withdraw 

Dick's so big it's like estlastic 

I tie it in a knot and it looks like Mr. Fantastic 

Crossed the path of plastic man, with a drastic force and went spastic 

Put my penis on Classic Sports