Wednesday, August 26, 2015

Prof - Bar Breaker (lyrics)

Music video
(question  marks beside the lines I'm not sure about)

Oh bless your heart, bless your heart
Wooo!  Hey
Ok all reloaded!  Yeah
Some heads talking about me like,
"That dude ain't a true rapper though, he ain't hip hop,
He ain't got those baaaaaarrrrrrrrssss, bars, y'oh what I'm talkin' about."
Hey, whata, what, what does that make me, what am I really though?
Y'know what I mean, uh

They call me the bar breaker.
You should kick me out the club,
I'm a big bad wolf, I'm a Jameson thug.
I wave Hi while I'm cave diving day high,
Coated in KY we'll orgy on the hay ride.
I hustle like an Ethiopian custodian,
Quick grab the trophies, you can leave behind the opium.
Executive american all the way from a derelict
Drinking at the Sheraton, daring chicks into marriages.
Oh yeah, marry me baby,
Half hour later you can carry me baby
I'm skinny dipping, swimmin' with young Dominican women,
Last time I wasn't pimpin' it's been a minute (hey)
No need to pay me to, I'm drinking in some daisy dukes,
80 proof, get retarded like a baby do.
I'm so good at rap that it's not even fair,
You know my shit bangs, I ain't talking about hair.
Come on.

Hey, hey, hey

3 smoking hot chicks in a couple of beds,
Call me the mailman how I come every day.
You ain't feeling my shit it's completely understandable,
I'm beyond rap, homey I'm speakin' animal.
Think about leaving they callin' me bro,
Finish a bottle and I'm good to go,
No you're all laymen I'm not even bold (?)
So untouchable I'm in the zone.
Fall back,
De be deep de be deep, what'cha call that, (?)
Hit the dick better lick to the ball sack,
Bring a tit to the kid I'm on that,
Oh rye oooh ken!  (shoryuken?)
They all on my new shit, thugs and the students,
Girl I'm a cowboy, baby I'm a nuisance.
I'm a problem, tell me that you love me,
You could be a model it don't matter if you chubby.
Tickle tickle,
I'm always in the middle,
Give me trouble, big girls they make me feel so little
Take your clothes off, we're streaking in my kitchen,
Hunting, fishing, fucking, kissing.

Hey, hey, hey, hey

I buck wild, I never have it together
Have you noticed I leave every show on a stretcher?
Prof in a amberlan, boys went to the hotel (?)
these hoes smell I hope the blow job goes well.
whiskey in my IV, boner in my boxers,
I'm always with some Rosario Dawson imposters.
Head like a dildo, back is made of rubber,
I'm like the energizer bunny, I'm a tough mother (hey)
Tomorrow it's my birthday I'll sign up for karate,
And I'll kidnap the sensei and get the black belt probably.
I know you seen me win the beef with John Stamos,
a hundred years from now that show will still be on cable.
What kind of man is this high on medical cannibis,
Startin' riots on campuses, no one should be a fan of this,
Listen closely I'm not gonna shout,
I've tried being humble it's just not working out.

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