His name is
Lyrics Born
And he is as they say wild and crazy
As a composer arranger and producer
He's exploring it all
From the furthest reaches of musical outer space
To the most down to earth funk
And he sounds well he sounds exactly like this
Nobody 'members those
Rap City episodes from twenty years ago
When you were the guest host
Past history let it go
Get off on a medical
Pack a duffle bag with all your wrinkled clothes and pedal home
Get a little dictaphone and sit alone
In the middle of the room and let it flow
Wouldn't it be better
If you went and chose a new career path
Like a shepherd or a flight attendant on an aircraft
You're pitiful a pollywog
Tiny fishy in a smaller pond
Holding barbie dolls and leftover beads from the Mardi Gras
Actin hella hard but that's just poppycock
'Cause inside you're hella soft like a Jolly Rancher lollypop
I'll give you cauliflower ears stupid
You're weird
Feelin blue
On a stool somewhere two fisting beers
At a Hofbrau
Moaning like a hot cow
Cryin on the shoulder of some old man you met just now
I'm smarter than you
I'm harder than you
I'm better than you
I'm just raw
I'm hotter than you
More popular than you
More clever than you
And goshdarn it people like me
I'm smarter than you
I'm harder than you
I'm better than you
I'm just raw
I'm hotter than you
More popular than you
More clever than you
And goshdarn it people like me
Look I'm sorry mate
This is awkward k
Little hard to say
So I'll just say it
Me and your mommy date
She's awfully great
She's a saucy plate
She calls me late
Always wants to meet
On her coffee breaks
She bought me seats
To Bonnie Raitt
Now there's no concrete date
But she bought the ring
It's laundry day
And my stockings stink
From my foot up in your a*s
'Cause you drive me absolutely batty
See I'm crabby when you get around me
Tell me who's your daddy
Call me Mister McAffee your poop deck pappy
Shut your trap and get back in the backseat of the Camry
Don't sass me or I'll backhand you
Smack you with an axe handle
Burn you with a wax candle
Slap you with a sandle
I'm trying to watch the rap channel
Can't you tell we laugh about you
Call yourself a rapper but I gives a rat's a*s about you
Why do I even bother with these off brand cats
Y'all are wombats man
I'm bout to blow this pop stand
Lyrically y'all don't compare to me in any contest
Like a stealth bomber up against a Hyundai Accent
Tall can to a shot glass
Bong hit to a contact
Gary Coleman versus Big Boss Man
The Loch Ness Monster up against a crawdad
Talking Sly Stallone in Rocky versus Sly Stallone in Copland
Judge Judy versus Johnny Cochran
Oh man
Nell Carter versus Karen Carpenter topless
Better yet Broadband
Compared to a long a*s
Piece of string connecting two pop cans
It's all bad
Don't quit your job at all believe me you'll be so glad back
Hold on with both hands
It's sucks washing sauce pans
I know there's an off chance that one day hip hop heads
Will maybe feel rappers in the top ten that crossdress
Ever since his triumphant return from his first album L T D
Critics are calling
Lyrics Born
The brightest new star in years
Same ****Different Day
Is his new album on his own label
And it's got the kind of top talent
Lyrics Born
Always surrounds himself with
Here's a sample of what they're raving about
