《Rotton Apple Pie》是Mac Lethal演唱的歌曲。
基本介紹
- 所屬專輯：11:11 (Amended)
- 發行日期：2008年04月08日
- 歌曲語言：英語
- 歌曲：Rotton Apple Pie
- 歌手：Mac Lethal
Rotton Apple Pie - Mac Lethal
Trust me bro. Look.
I know you're in the building,
rapper.
Studios are always in buildings, man.
They're not outside! Give a speech
Somebody said that classics
never go out of style.
But that's a stupid thing to say
because they actually do.
And judging by the people
that are setting all the standards,
All of us go out of style too.
Oh Lordy Lou I swear to Christ,
I'm short a screw or
something now the only music bumping is
that 1980's hair
band Ask Pop-Rap
I'd rather beat a dead horse
then throw a saddle on it,
and ride it,
Man it ain't goin nowhere!
You ever seen an Irish pot head
that flows with no hair?
I got a little Buddha belly
but I don't really care.
See I could never date a girl
that's on a magazine cover.
Cause self absorbed
women don't make good lovers.
Motherfucker just because it's hard
to write don't make
it smart and bright
I'm matin with the mothers of invention.
Bring my art to life.
Deliver menacin blows,
and now the nicotine flows
Throughout my bloodstream,
so I'm give a riveting show
and paint the message.
It's like I scraped the edges
of my razor up against my
wrist but it's nothing major.
Cause only punk motherfuckers call the cops.
And I'ma blow a hot bubble of poison
till it pops.
And you can't find me in the burbs
and you can't find
me in the streets.
And so you wonder
what happened to me, to me.
You gotta trust
that I'm just smoking something.
Dealer with emotions, pumping beats,
trying to set the style free.
I wanna piece of the rotten apple pie
I gotta make you bounce
cause you know it's do or die.
I wanna piece of the rotten apple pie
I gotta make you bounce
cause you know it's do or die.
In 1997 I would smack my teacher
with my purple
Trapper-Keeper
Rocking Stan Smiths
and an Ol Dirty Bastard t-shirt
Bingo, now I'm hitting a six,
in the high school
lunchroom, with liquor to mix
Let's save the charts. I'm healing you
from all the wasted art you're feeling
I wish that I could get pregnant with Ava Gardner's
children damn
Instead, I'm doing the twirl,
as I watch text messages
ruin the world and technology, period
I'm waiting for the day
we can burn copies of each
other's girlfriends
and skip the technology period.
Cause Aunt Flow's an old fashioned gal,
and computer love just ain't her style gross
Lordy Lou all I wanna do is make it
till I'm 42 so I can
feel just in every grouchy thing
I say or do.
Until then you better watch out
for that tailspin,
No I'm not a rapper I'm a used car salesman.
And you can't find me in the burbs
and you can't find me in the streets.
And so you wonder what happened to me, to me.
You gotta trust that I'm just smoking something.
Dealer with emotions, pumpin beats,
trying to set the style free.
I wanna piece of the rotten apple pie
I gotta make you bounce
cause you know it's do or die.
I wanna piece of the rotten apple pie
I gotta make you bounce cause you know
it's do or die.
Hey, Sku, scratch my vocals right here.
right right right right right
di-bes di-bes di-bes di-bes di-bes to
This is motherfucking music to drive-by to.
