"Musictime"
Wait, I’m too late
To make that date
To get a job as a DJ
For my fave radio station
Play the latest tunes people makin’
To keep me workin’, keep the records turnin’
Keep on jerkin’, fire’s keep burnin’
I’m the ish, feelin’ equipped
Tiz tiz tappin’ it, not bein’ jipped
Gettin’ everything on my list
Thanks to a shake of my fist
Promising a new afterlife
In the world “under the knife”
Let’s get this started right
What song is in the spotlight?
The one by me, like it or not
I’ll make sure I ain't no flop
This jam ain't the kind
You can listen to with your kids
Made personally, my own rhymes
Drivin’ in the van, flippin’ it
All of a sudden my song comes on
Record comes out – ya stand in line
Gonna be bigger than the bling the rappers don
Hold up, wait, what’s that? Heh, It’s musictime
Put on some lipstick and kiss my a**
To get your sucky song on - what are you, daft?
Climb to the top of the charts
No overplayed songs here, ‘tards
Lemme hear that one song
By that rapper with the hair that’s blonde
Requested frequently
Almost as much as my songs recently
I’m the only sane one out of the bunch
Don’t have to take a pill with my lunch
ADHD, ODD, ADD…all the differences
What’s with all the prescription references?
Dun dun dun, my mom tried to force me
To take one of them pills, all it did was make me cranky
Gotta pay my bills, get Beyoncé to
Along with Kelly and them dropouts – yea, them, too
Destiny’s child – I think not
Maybe its fantasy, look at them bods
Saw a sign in Arkansas
DEADERICK RD – Think I was scared? Nah
Maybe a little bit it wasn’t my full name
But if we had died there – I would have set it to flames
The sign would be to blame
This Texas trip is makin’ me feel drained
Remember the time when we drove
For 20 something hours on a long-a** road
I do. But then again, why would YOU?
You barked at me each time I threw
My fists at Mikell, he started the ish
He should be man enough to finish
Crap I forgot my batteries
Blah, blah, blah – losin’ too many calories
Save those few times you actually laugh
With people you like – I wish they’d call me to the draft
I wanna blow some of those undeserving
Mothertrucker's heads off – reserving
The chance to run away from me
Violence ain't the way, G
Well then Bush, get your a** out there
Release some bombs in the air
Over Pakistan, Israel, Arabia
Afghanistan – whichever the place – it’s crazy, huh!?
Middle Eastern people brainwashed to believe
That we’re the bad people, somehow they gotta see
Why people write songs like these
Expressing their opinions easily
Harsh words fill the minds
And make them so blind
To understand why Christians
Are helping the Americans, listenin’
To the pastor complain about
How the world is today, and he doubts
We’ll ever be back to the way we were
But I’m kinda glad the unity is there
