This Ain't Funny Songtext
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Now this ain't funny so don't you dare laugh
If you're from the East then raise your beer glass
I'm out in the woods, follow the deer tracks
But watch out for wolves, hunters, and bear traps
I'm sarcastic over the top, you dumb fuckers
Like'me and Mike, blood brothers
Go hard like'
Mike Boyd, yes, none other
Flow tighter than you rappers wearing nut huggers
If you're from the East then raise your beer glass
I'm out in the woods, follow the deer tracks
But watch out for wolves, hunters, and bear traps
I'm sarcastic over the top, you dumb fuckers
Like'me and Mike, blood brothers
Go hard like'
Mike Boyd, yes, none other
Flow tighter than you rappers wearing nut huggers
...
I got three kids and a four-wheeler, pimping
I eat doughnuts and tortillas, ain't nobody more realer
Class got it going on like the show's about to start
Try to stay afloat up on this ocean like Noah's ark
Welcome to the territory
Where bitches are prepared to bone, show it all like Sharon Stone
But I'm chilling here at home
But I'm a happy fellow, I hit a baritone and make my girl falsetto
Now this ain't funny so don't you dare laugh
If you're from the East then raise your beer glass
I'm out in the woods, follow the deer tracks
But watch out for wolves, hunters, and bear traps
West coast, stand up, we rap
Down south, stand up, we rap
Up north, stand up, we rap
We represent with every pair we grab
My dick strong, your dick weak
My dick grown, your dick shrink
Old chinks wink when I go NSync
They go OMG for this old MC
Why shout out you? You don't shout out me
Judging books by the cover, you don't know about me
Yes, my lines be grosser than an old OC
But more potency than the cheese we grow with ease
Hey, yo, it's time for some action like the Navy Seals
I don't wanna hit the club like baby seals
I grew up in the '80's when it was crazy real
When rappers never showed up at the mouth, they aimed to kill
Don't be mad 'cause I sound a bit sarcastic
The lyricals and visuals, we give a graphic
I got my backpack packed, practicing this black magic
It's tough life, bitch, but we don't ever half pass it
Now this ain't funny so don't you dare laugh
If you're from the East then raise your beer glass
I'm out in the woods, follow the deer tracks
But watch out for wolves, hunters, and bear traps
West coast, stand up, we rap
Down south, stand up, we rap
Up north, stand up, we rap
We represent with every pair we grab
We go, we live, we smoke over the top
We joke, we spit and we go over the top
We work, we play and we ain't over the top
We think and we drink over the top
If you ain't never been to the woods
Don't ever come to the woods
'Cause you wouldn't understand the woods
So stay the fuck out of the woods
I got three kids and a four-wheeler, pimping
I eat doughnuts and tortillas, ain't nobody more realer
Class got it going on like the show's about to start
Try to stay afloat up on this ocean like Noah's ark
Welcome to the territory
Where bitches are prepared to bone, show it all like Sharon Stone
But I'm chilling here at home
But I'm a happy fellow, I hit a baritone and make my girl falsetto
Now this ain't funny so don't you dare laugh
If you're from the East then raise your beer glass
I'm out in the woods, follow the deer tracks
But watch out for wolves, hunters, and bear traps
West coast, stand up, we rap
Down south, stand up, we rap
Up north, stand up, we rap
We represent with every pair we grab
My dick strong, your dick weak
My dick grown, your dick shrink
Old chinks wink when I go NSync
They go OMG for this old MC
Why shout out you? You don't shout out me
Judging books by the cover, you don't know about me
Yes, my lines be grosser than an old OC
But more potency than the cheese we grow with ease
Hey, yo, it's time for some action like the Navy Seals
I don't wanna hit the club like baby seals
I grew up in the '80's when it was crazy real
When rappers never showed up at the mouth, they aimed to kill
Don't be mad 'cause I sound a bit sarcastic
The lyricals and visuals, we give a graphic
I got my backpack packed, practicing this black magic
It's tough life, bitch, but we don't ever half pass it
Now this ain't funny so don't you dare laugh
If you're from the East then raise your beer glass
I'm out in the woods, follow the deer tracks
But watch out for wolves, hunters, and bear traps
West coast, stand up, we rap
Down south, stand up, we rap
Up north, stand up, we rap
We represent with every pair we grab
We go, we live, we smoke over the top
We joke, we spit and we go over the top
We work, we play and we ain't over the top
We think and we drink over the top
If you ain't never been to the woods
Don't ever come to the woods
'Cause you wouldn't understand the woods
So stay the fuck out of the woods
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