This is about bronies. They communicate by stomping.
[Chorus]
Michael Jackson
A million dollars
You feel me?
Holler!
Michael Jackson
One million dollars
You feel me?
Holler!
These rap dads is on some fashion scene shit
Skip that shit that I spit to talk about how my jeans fit
But I got a clean grip on the game
Some mean shit
And you seen the team that I spread my green from schemes with
Well it's your boy, like a Queens street chumpa
Heems the ruler
Medulla create the moola
And Me, I just do the rumba, por que esta es la rumba
And we, we are the future
Abdullah, see that's my shooter
The ruger, he keep it super
Duper, Abdul'll shoot ya
He'll knock you right out your Supras
Knock right out your Pumas
Doctor give you the sutures
Victor is in the cooter in tune with a boo from Hooters
While Dap is on the computer
Lakutis the clean up hitter
Call him the pooper scooper
Alec an Oompa Loompa
Retutor the school of looters
Hakuna matata Pumba
Por que esta es la rumba
Yeah, I'm fucking great at rapping
[Chorus]
Call me Janet Jackson
I got a hundred dollars
I got the jungle fever
Run with a hundred zebras
I got a leather jacket
I got a little hat on
I'm drinking carbonated water by the quarter gallon
I got an Eagle Talon
Call me Richie Valens
Me no speakie spanish
Valium and Caesar salad
I'm DJ Khaled
I'm a Daikon radish
See me next to sushi sexually
I'll sex your coochie
Extra juicy
Electrocute me
Fire scientist
McGuyver my appliances
Describe the flyest buying this
I am this, I insist
Shout to all the highnesses requiring that I'll buy them shit
You go girl, it's your world
Watching Parenthood
On Ketamine at the hoterrrrrl
Whoa. Whoa. Whoa. Whoa. Whoa
What?!
[Chorus]
Kool A.D., you good at rapping
Yo Hima, you good at rapping
Yo Victor, you genus latin
Yo Hima, you Eric Clapton
Yo Victor, we going platinum
Yo Hima, we finna clap them
Kool AD's finna happen
We see the cream and we grab them
Yo Victor, just let me stab them
Chill Hima, we in Manhattan
Let's move the static to Staten
Move the static to Staten?
Let's move this static to Queens
Damn, you crazy Heems
Damn, that's very true
That's how we do
[Chorus]
Michael Jackson
A million dollars
You feel me?
Holler!
Michael Jackson
One million dollars
You feel me?
Holler!
These rap dads is on some fashion scene shit
Skip that shit that I spit to talk about how my jeans fit
But I got a clean grip on the game
Some mean shit
And you seen the team that I spread my green from schemes with
Well it's your boy, like a Queens street chumpa
Heems the ruler
Medulla create the moola
And Me, I just do the rumba, por que esta es la rumba
And we, we are the future
Abdullah, see that's my shooter
The ruger, he keep it super
Duper, Abdul'll shoot ya
He'll knock you right out your Supras
Knock right out your Pumas
Doctor give you the sutures
Victor is in the cooter in tune with a boo from Hooters
While Dap is on the computer
Lakutis the clean up hitter
Call him the pooper scooper
Alec an Oompa Loompa
Retutor the school of looters
Hakuna matata Pumba
Por que esta es la rumba
Yeah, I'm fucking great at rapping
[Chorus]
Call me Janet Jackson
I got a hundred dollars
I got the jungle fever
Run with a hundred zebras
I got a leather jacket
I got a little hat on
I'm drinking carbonated water by the quarter gallon
I got an Eagle Talon
Call me Richie Valens
Me no speakie spanish
Valium and Caesar salad
I'm DJ Khaled
I'm a Daikon radish
See me next to sushi sexually
I'll sex your coochie
Extra juicy
Electrocute me
Fire scientist
McGuyver my appliances
Describe the flyest buying this
I am this, I insist
Shout to all the highnesses requiring that I'll buy them shit
You go girl, it's your world
Watching Parenthood
On Ketamine at the hoterrrrrl
Whoa. Whoa. Whoa. Whoa. Whoa
What?!
[Chorus]
Kool A.D., you good at rapping
Yo Hima, you good at rapping
Yo Victor, you genus latin
Yo Hima, you Eric Clapton
Yo Victor, we going platinum
Yo Hima, we finna clap them
Kool AD's finna happen
We see the cream and we grab them
Yo Victor, just let me stab them
Chill Hima, we in Manhattan
Let's move the static to Staten
Move the static to Staten?
Let's move this static to Queens
Damn, you crazy Heems
Damn, that's very true
That's how we do
[Chorus]
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Great version of a great song,
No Surprises
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This song is like, the definition of awesomely over-the-top.