Nerdy White Kid KILLS ''Look At Me Now'' (Pancake Rap cover by a Norwegian) скачать в хорошем качестве

Nerdy White Kid KILLS ''Look At Me Now'' (Pancake Rap cover by a Norwegian)

► Sidewalk on Facebook:   / sidewalk.symbiosis   MAC LETHAL – PANCAKES (LOOK AT ME NOW) Lyrics: Yo. Yellow cheese eggs, white pancake batter. Put a little bit up on the skillet, when it starts to bubble flip it over with your spatula. Yeah, yeah, that shit look like my breakfast. I got to remember to flip the motherfucker over after cooking it for 30 seconds. Ladies love me, I've got my OJ. Everybody said to do another fast rap to this beat, so I said OK. But I'ma speed it up, real, real, real fast til the whole damn bottle is gone. And I'm challenging Busta, Watsky and Twista or any of you rap kids. Follow along. Come on. Cook with me now. Uh. Cook with me now. Uh. Uh. I'm making pancakes. Cook with me now. Uh. Cook with me now. Uh. Uh. Fresher than a motherfucker. Chris Brown broke up with Rihanna, so he's looking for another silly idiotic ho that he can beat up. I wish that he was man enough to get inside the octagon. I'm kicking him in the nogging like I'm Lyoto Machida. Front kick to the face just by me throwing my feet up. Winking at Rihanna, baby, please, show us your d-cups. I'm giving it to the man, the cakes are sticking right to the pan. Your fate is imminent, I'ma diminish it, got the reefer smoke then re-up, bitch. Done. That's done. That cake is done. Let's go! Got to butter up another one and put it on the skillet, couple minutes til it's done, done. Ain't nobody fucking with this kid, so tell Jerry Sandusky I'm going to kill him with a stun gun. Come, come, get it, get it, get a crumb, hit a spitter with a fit of venom when I split a drum. Take another visit in a minute where the menaces to the society is in-a-gadda-da-vida-vida. You're Danny Devito when I belittle, literally it'll better you. Battling anybody with a better view ahead of you. Like bitter batter, batter, I'ma hit you with an auto-mo battery. Bada-bing, bada-bada-boom. Boom! I'm the king, better get a clue, get offended when I'm sentimental and I spit at you. I'm thinking about my rhythm, it's dope and much better. These rappers think they're animals, nope, it's Chuck Testa. I got to get up, the economy's a little brutal to me. The dichotomy ain't suitable. I got to go to Pluto for a little bit of comedy or something beautiful. There's nothing beautiful about this world. I'm gonna pucker up my lips to barf. Gonna choke a fucking rapper in his hipster scarf. I'm never gonna put another piece of music out deliberately if it isn't genuine and grips the heart. Winter's hard, so have some pancakes made by me, motherfucker. Enjoy your breakfast.