Sex Ed (lyrics)

Beat by Erick Anderson
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Yeah
Feel that.
Yeah.

If you look for satisfaction on the late night say, All right.
All right.
If you know just what it lookin', what it taste like say, All right.
All right.

My momma told me that I'm only as good
As my best dream, baby.
I'd swim if only I could,
That's if you let me baby.
I don't wanna seem like I'm rude,
But I only have my word.
Yeah.
You know that I'm that type of dude,
To make you co-sign and concur.
Yeah.
Sex, sex, sex.
I just want the best, best best.
We can get together, baby.
Hey.
What I want just ain't for myself,
It's in your best interest,
Let's make it happen, baby.
Yeah.

Let me get it now:
One for the money,
Two for the show.
We can rendez-vouz and do some fuckin' on the low.
I'm considered pro,
You like a good meal.
Give me snorkel and I'm divin' like a navy seal.
Never in your long legged life has the pipe been layed just quite like tonight.
Have another drink, it's on me, on me.
Yeah.
When you close your eyes and you're so satisfied on the inside,
Make you wanna sing like,
Tell me what ya think.
I'ma get to know every inch of the highway
Give me the road map.

If you look for satisfaction on the late night say, All right.
All right.
If you know just what it lookin', what it taste like say, All right.
All right.

Your the reason I'm still up,
Don't play.
If I go without a wink of sleep,
Pretty girl have it your way.
But ya know I gotta get mine,
Right after you got yours for the fifth time.
We could move it all the way to the window,
Makin' shimmy and you make it for the this time.
And don't be 'fraid to call a little bit later we could redo it all,
Whenever satisfaction's on your mind.
We can go,
Hey.

If you look for satisfaction on the late night say, All right.
All right.
If you know just what it lookin', what it taste like say, All right.
All right.

Ah,
Five
Six
Seven
Ooh.

Borrowed Time (lyrics)

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I've seen you lie,
You old-ass, one too many times.
What I find, to my surprise,
There is no one who's their own.
Yeah.
[I've learned my patience needs to sleep.]
Wasting time, you're wasting mine.
[I have died my own two hands.]
I will strangle you with my own hands.

Wasting time.

You can count me out' it,
You can write my book and later tell me all about it.
I've seen enough to know that we've been over this,
You're old as hell, your time is up,
Motionless, you're ride is stuck.
You're scared as hell and for good reason.
And I'm burnin' both ends,
'Cause I don't wanna be your age at a horse race breakin' my back over fourth place.
Rather middle of a court case screamin' at your face til the show ends.
They say I drink too much,
That's because I think too much.
We really wastin' time motherfucker,
You'll miss a moment if you blink too much.

We got a reason to tie you up.
We're living at a moment's notice. [Wastin' time]
We got a reason, we can't be bought,
Keep thinking that we losin' focus.

I've raised myself, I'm ready, [To tie you up]
Keep thinkin' that I'm wastin' my time. [Wasting time]
I've raised myself, I'm ready, [To tie you up]
Keep thinkin' I'm outta my mind.

Should I be polite?
Should I leave you 'lone?
Should I let you come and steal my lifeline?
Don't be so vain,
We all got guns.
We'll take what's ours
In your lifetime.
Patience killing me.
I'm getting drunk and breaking everything.
I'm so sick,
My habits don't lie.
I'm killin' myself,
Don't wanna break my stride.
You can't tell me shit,
You're so outta touch.
Stay in my way 'n guaranteed I'll fuck you up.
The pressure's buildin',
It's gettin' loud.
If time is money tell me how to wait around.

I've seen you lie,
You old-ass, one too many times.

We got a reason to tie you up.
We're living at a moment's notice [Wasting time]
We got a reason, we can't be bought.
Keep thinking that we're losing focus.

I've raised myself, I'm ready, [To tie you up]
Keep thinkin' that I'm wastin' my time. [Wastin' time]
I've raised myself, I'm ready, [To tie you up]
Keep thinkin' that I'm outta my mind.

Roughneck (lyrics)

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So when I shoot, you'll die!

Yeah, yeah, how's that?
Fuck it.
Huh, hey what the fuck do we have here?
Let's all do it for this one, huh.
Yeah, yeah.

Welcome to the roughneck, I'm King Gampo.
Y'all misbehave, I tell you everything that I know.
Bust your fuckin' kneecap, know I'm top ten.
First I fuck a model, then I fucked her friend.
Motherfucker, who do you think that I am?
He be like,  ?????
So many women in your top ten.
Open them legs and I fall face in, Splash.
Balderdash,
And did you think that you coulda stayed in?
They all be like, Please pay him.
Let me think about it!
No.
You can't convince me to go,
I'm the king of where I am,
You sit back and watch me grow.
How the fuck did you think that this gon' go,
Independent legend already your young goes:

We go dum, dum.
The north side go dum, dum.
The south side go dum, dum.
Welcome to the roughneck, Whyee-Oh!

Bitch, I'm in the streets, ballin' like a Republican.
Last I wet the bed, bitch, you know I'm going dumb again.
Hey what it take for you to see that I'm a goblin?
Ain't nobody fuckin' with the kid, he's a problem.
Hold up, whatcha know about dude right there,
People sayin' that he talkin' about the crew,
Better believe that he's in the wrong spot,
Better get his own rock, then I drop him in the zoo.
Whatta do, whatta do, whatta do,
Man I think I'm about to get this dude.
I'm live-o in a five-oh show,
Shit I'm in trouble.
Buck, I get retarded,
I'm actin' like a toddler.
First I got my head right, then I started robbin' them.
I'm a brute, I'm a muhfuckin' dinosaur.
I'm a bull, you're a doll in a china store.

We go dum, dum.
The north side go dum, dum.
The south side go dum, dum.
Welcome to the roughneck, Whyee-Oh!

Ahem,
Breath smellin' like cunt.
Ya coulda sworn I been gone fishin' all month.
Everybody think they hard and it's cold as shit.
I'm at the rail station drinkin' like fuckin' fish.
Shots in the crew, and we movin' like a trolley does.
Prolly 'cause all of us mobbin' a kinda lot of us.
Cypher heavy as a bull fight.
Kaiser is the matador,
Knock 'em out, kiss 'em good night.
What the fuck you want up on your tomb stone?
Like I need another place for me to try to poop on.
Everybody scemin' bout illegal cut checks.
Ya got yourself got what?
You got a roughneck.

We go dum, dum.
The north side go dum, dum.
The south side go dum, dum.
Welcome to the roughneck, Whyee-Oh!

Aaaahhhh, ffffuck!
Yeah.
Eh man, how do I keep on getting better, man?
Aint' that shit no fair?
All you new cats just getting up on me forgot I been doing this for over a decade.
I got the midwest man, this shit is mine.
Prof, aka Kaiser Von Powderhorn, aka King Gampo.
Fuck wit me.

Me Boi (lyrics)

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Ooooaahahahaha
Anyone who opens up a track with a ugly-ass forced laugh got no swag!
Follow me.
What's up Me Boi?
Tryin' to ride with me this year, man, let's go kill summin'.
Ay!

When I come around point 'em out.
I'm 'bout to lay a mothafucka on the ground.
I came to drink. I came to buck.
So I hate it that you think I give a fuck.
I give a fuck! (x7)
Haha
Time to break summin'.

Yeah.
The whole crew's stupid, think we need a short bus.
Party People: they continue to endorse us.
Got our lobotomies you don't needa force us.
Every night we swimming like a porpoise.
So, voila! I'm acting like a moron.
Bottle of the Jame-o, looking for something to pour on.
Hold on. Put your coat on, and throw the note on
The refrigerator I will see you later at the hoe down.
You can marvel at the dick game, baby.
If you hitch hike jump on darling.
I'm known to ride all night on the freeway
And drop 'em all off in the morning.
They be waiting on the road meanwhile a player bouncing.
Me all day keep it one hundred, know me like I'm public housing.
Me think that my bank is growing, I'm glad that I'm getting drunker.
If it is going down I will be there in a flash like

When I come around point 'em out.
I'm 'bout to lay a mothafucka on the ground.
I cam to drink. I came to buck.
So I hate it that you think I give a fuck.
I give a fuck! (x7)
Haha
Time to break summin'.

Put the circus posters up over the billboards.
This the type of party college kids will kill for.
Them chickens walking like they pussy still sore.
It's what I does, what I do, what I'm here for.
I catch a buzz, tie my shoes, I'm an alligator.
I'm a thug, I'm a brute in an elevator.
This little piggy went to market with a partial hard-on and sweatpants on.
If you don't be thinkin' that I'm sortin' on a daily then lady don't get involved.
Checkmate, Mate, I'm a kingpin.
Bread makes toast, chin chin.
By the hairs on my little chinny chin chin,
Will I ever let another rapper fuck with me again?
I would love some beef, I just don't know where to find it.
It's like I'm vegetarian and I don't even mind it.
It's like I've been a plumber but I've never seen shit.
On the front lines my whole life and got clean kicks.
Who's fucking with us? Gon' point him out.
I bet they jump ship when your boy come around.

When I come around point 'em out.
I'm 'bout to lay a mothafucka on the ground.
I cam to drink. I came to buck.
So I hate it that you think I give a fuck.
I give a fuck! (x7)
Haha
Time to break summin'.

Get drunk! Break shit! (x4)

So I'm talking bout Me Boi.
Hey don't go ahead and get arrested and blame me or nothing like that.
Blame your momma!

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Lyrics courtesy of Kirk Thunberg except a couple of lines that Prof himself corrected.

New Kid feat. Yelawolf (lyrics)

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They have the biggest testicles relative to body size of any male on the planet.

Bitch I got monay!
And I'm so good lookin'.
You could learn something from me!
Your old, I'm new.

Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice.
Poof, Prof'll rock the party till your teeth are loose.
I'm gorgeous, roll with Chuck Norris's.
Fourty-five houses, thirty-three mortgages.
My boats got boats with jet skis.
Three fuckin' chefs, 'n a Wayne Gretzky.
Sunrise, I'm fuckin' in the gondola,
Friends: Pheobe, Rachel, Monica.
Bravo, finally made it to a dick head.
Shot eighty-nine times, and I ain't even rich yet.
Holy shit, nice.
Bet my pandora station plays Vanilla Ice.
Yippee ki yay, your boy is a Kaiser.
Everywhere I go I'm shittin' on 'em, diapers.
Icky.
I gotcha rethinking about who the best is.
I'm outta my mind, please leave a message.

Bitch I got monay!
And I'm so good lookin'.
You could learn something from me!
Your old, I'm new.

Undeniably the baddest.
I ain't worried long as I know where you dad is.
Uah, Where your cousin at baby?
Roll around the family reunion all crazy.
Meanwhile I got me fishing for a musket.
Baby, busty, gotta big booty.
My sidekick is a moose knuckle.
If I had a weakness, it'd be I'm too humble.
Be bumble, easily see hundos.
Cheese the weeze, the cheese could buy three condos.
Fuck it, I'm the new Kirby Puckett.
Got the state of my back the topic of discussion.
Dick, game, Waka Flocka flame.
When I'm done with them girls they take the walk of fame.
Every single verse hot, your boy don't miss.
Bitch don't front, this whole song is the shit.

Bitch I got monay!
And I'm so good lookin'.
You could learn something from mey!
Your old, I'm new.

(I can't understand some of Yela's lines, so drop a comment if you know what he really says.)

Catfish Billy, I'm coo coo for Coco.
Eat a crackers then I spit back a hobo the rollo.
Eat rappers like wrappers wrapped around packs of no dough.
Yeah the plastic too, twelves and forty-fives playin' slow-mo.
Takin' acid watchin' your mama bounce around my show
With all the friends that she met makin' porno.
Fuck with me I'm put your 2-year-old in a sleeper choke hold,
Record you cryin' and let the engineer leak the vocal.
Don't try to play me out, you can't play with my yo-yo.
I walk the dog, Waka Flocka sheep in SoHo.
I shoulda said I heard, but I heard a sheep is so old.
Dictionary schmictionary, what the fuck do you know?
Go ahead and group those.
Sudo can find the loop holes.
I pop off the cake when you break it just to say, "Yeah I know."
Ruin your day like a Polish prayin' upon your new clothes.
And a butter fresh motherfucker just called me butter fluke-oh.
So tighten your belt, and thin up on your suko,
'Cause I'm makin' the numbers now, three three's in a row.
Hennessey of trees, I'ma leave, but I'm relieved it just won't go.
Getting blow jobs from an F5 in a tornado.
Yeah, blow me down booties, no homo.
I pop eyes like chicken thighs, no gumbo.
So order me up a bucket, fuck it, with an extra biscuit in it,
Then we gonna give it to a heart attack clinic.

Catch me in the chevy bumpin' Yelawolf and Prof e'en though on rocket.

You're old I'm new.