Fun Boy Lyrics – Oddjobs
Singer: Oddjobs
Title: Fun Boy
Is Twin Cities in the house? Hell yeah!
Are we about to turn it out? Hell yeah!
Well then, help me burn this m#th*rf#ck*r down
Say “burn it to the ground” (Burn it to the ground!)
Burn it on down (Burn it on down!)
Say “burn it to the ground” (Burn it to the ground!)
Yeah, burn it on down (Burn it on down!)
Now freeze, bring it on back
Throw your hands up if you ever smoke crack
Front to back, can’t front on that
MC Nomi, run the track
Throw your hands in the air
I got a gun and you are scared
Now gimme a dap before I blow out your back
I’ma clap you like a hi-hat, yeah!
Everybody bound to go crazy one day
Just that Nomi beat you to the party
This ain’t a diss, we done sunk that ship
If I was pissed, you’d bе holding my dick
Gargling juice, hop on a cruise that misuse
Thеy time on stage tryna get laid
p#ss# will come in time, young jack offer
Mixes styles with the blood of a rottweiler
Push the pens til pigeons turn to hens
I hope your girl makes love to all her friends
“Wordspeak went limp”
How’d you expect it to? World Class Wreckin’ Cru
Me, Dee, Nomi, Anatomy, and Crescent Moon
Test one two, is this thing on?
I’m telling jokes, not singing my songs
Cuz a lotta cats lost they sense of humor
Giving up they lives for the cost of Pumas
I already told you, I won’t take that bullet
And a lotta cats got insulted
Your crew rocks doop tops and Zubaz
And scoop necks that’s too small just like the b#tches you are
Who’s sucking who off? You all got loose jaws
I can tell cuz there’s too many word in y’all fool’s songs
We too odd on this microphone
And there’s one thing I’d like to know
Is Twin Cities in the house? Hell yeah!
Are we about to turn it out? Hell yeah!
Well then, help me burn this m#th*rf#ck*r down
Say “burn it to the ground” (Burn it to the ground!)
Burn it on down (Burn it on down!)
Say “burn it to the ground” (Burn it to the ground!)
Burn it on down (Burn it on down!)
Now freeze, bring it on back
Throw your hands up if you ever smoke crack
Front to back, can’t front on that
Ayo, my man Crescent Moon, run the track
Word, cheap hoes deep throat the C-notes
That sh#t is ugly as hell like Shaq’s free throw
Shout to Mac Lethal, approach DJ Platinum
Got my heads in back of em
Cuz they stand for something like an acronym
Passion in my raps make you collapse within
Gave you all I got, now it’s time to take it back again
You’re going nowhere, your f#cking furniture
Not concerned with your sh#t, b#tch, go get a permit first
Don’t bother f#cking with the show shocker
No father, just hot mics in cold water
The guys jet and the ladies get they thighs vet
A mic vet, I ain’t even in my prime yet
Young buck, dumb f#ck, know-it-all numb nuts
I can kick uncut rhymes til the Sun’s up
It’s daylight, return to your coffin
Earth stand still, but last night I had it hopping
You make me feel just like I’m the luckiest man to ever live
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