[Sample: FLCL]
Mamimi: Legs spread, same width as the shoulders, body tight, and hit the ball like you're defeating the enemy. Here, the pinky finger is the key. Then you just hit, hit, hit, kaking! Bingo!
Naota: What are you talking about?
Mamimi: He who conquers the left side conquers the world, chief!
[Verse 1: Kill Bill]
Your lyrics wack, you drive a beat up hooptie with the mirrors cracked
I bag a pack of pills, for real, I move E like I'm Miramax
And I don't even do that, but it sounds great don't it?
I got pound ape shit, foundations Ground-break flowing
I never claim a gang, blood, it only when the flesh is broke
So get up off my balls youngin, I am not Professor Oak
Rapping like a dagwood I'm that good, your letters choke
I'm never broke. Slipping blue moons, only heaven knows
Blue bomber, vomit bars, true honor, drop it hard
I do this, you producing with my tools, stalker Nardwuar
You could do some harder bars on Fooly Cooly Fardwuar
You're passing what you're dissing, grow some balls and play the martyr card
Meet the face of unadulterated focus. I can see it in your pupils, all that bullshit hating bogus
Copenhagen dripping from the lip, I keep a Swisher lit
Skip it
I don't give a shit, I'm just here to reminisce
I'm like this
[Hook: Kill Bill]
Fuck the money and hoes, I got nostalgiabot
Fuck the fashion and clothes, I got nostalgiabot
Monday afternoon, it's going down here at 4 'o clock
Channel 57, bitch, sit your ass down and watch
(2x)
Mamimi: Legs spread, same width as the shoulders, body tight, and hit the ball like you're defeating the enemy. Here, the pinky finger is the key. Then you just hit, hit, hit, kaking! Bingo!
Naota: What are you talking about?
Mamimi: He who conquers the left side conquers the world, chief!
[Verse 1: Kill Bill]
Your lyrics wack, you drive a beat up hooptie with the mirrors cracked
I bag a pack of pills, for real, I move E like I'm Miramax
And I don't even do that, but it sounds great don't it?
I got pound ape shit, foundations Ground-break flowing
I never claim a gang, blood, it only when the flesh is broke
So get up off my balls youngin, I am not Professor Oak
Rapping like a dagwood I'm that good, your letters choke
I'm never broke. Slipping blue moons, only heaven knows
Blue bomber, vomit bars, true honor, drop it hard
I do this, you producing with my tools, stalker Nardwuar
You could do some harder bars on Fooly Cooly Fardwuar
You're passing what you're dissing, grow some balls and play the martyr card
Meet the face of unadulterated focus. I can see it in your pupils, all that bullshit hating bogus
Copenhagen dripping from the lip, I keep a Swisher lit
Skip it
I don't give a shit, I'm just here to reminisce
I'm like this
[Hook: Kill Bill]
Fuck the money and hoes, I got nostalgiabot
Fuck the fashion and clothes, I got nostalgiabot
Monday afternoon, it's going down here at 4 'o clock
Channel 57, bitch, sit your ass down and watch
(2x)
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