Mac Lethal - Man vs. Popcorn | Текст песни

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I’m prolly never gonna blow up,
prolly never gonna make it to the top of the pop charts
Cuz I don’t rap about poppin bottles, or poppin Mollies,
I’d rather rap about strawberry Pop-Tarts,
or Chipotle… making the perfect burrito is a lost art
i took a poster of Donald Trump’s face, then I hung it on the wall, to toss darts
Pop. Listen to everything pop!
put another bag of kernels in the microwave
i’m gonna heat it up for, 60 seconds, til its just so buttery and hot
here’s a diddy bop, it ain’t kiddie pop,
No Azalea... it’s more Iggy Pop
I got a pop quiz that needs your answer
is this soda, or is it pop?
with a steady pop, man, I could feel the populace shift
even if you got a missing eye like you Feddy Wap man, i can be your Oculus Rift
I'm sticking my fingers in the championship rings 5 times on some Coach Gregg Popovich shit
so call me Papa with the proper propaganda when I’m poppin you in the eye with popsicle stick
I’m the Apostle, breathing fire out my nostrils,
pop your tire like a pothole, til it pops flat
i’m not an underground enthusiast but seriously I am getting so turned off by this pop rap
like Pop-star please,
paparazzi photographs me while I’m poplockin under poplar trees
call me Big Papi, boy, David Ortiz,
poppin out the bushes like i’m Jason Vorhees
my flow’s demented
like you mixed raw cocaine with Cole and Kendrick
no photo finish
bout to murder everybody here no forensics
I’m sick of lame ass rappers trying to pose for gimmick
Every other rappers name is Little or Young
Skinny or Slim
they sounding like some ignorant bums
Every beat got drill in the drums
illiterate, dumb,
I’m just an old school fan of Biggie and Pun
I’m an old school fan of Nas and Hov
Pac and soul, rock n roll, Slick Rick fuckin rocking gold
Too Short always talking slow
I’m thinking these kids are starting to mock the flow!
Listen to me rapping to the kernels as they poppin
got you playin possum cuz you know a journal’s in my pocket
Peter Piper picked a pack of peachy purple marijuana
man they call me Mr. Perfect with the purdiest persona

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