Lmfao lyrics

Uh, Kool wit' another one
Ooh, god damn, it's a better one
Coulda been number one hits
Heh, but your boy never play that sh*t, it's just rappin'
Look what the f*ck happenin'
f*ck Tom Hanks on the Captain
Spittin' that African rhyme
Just woke up from a nap, man
Dude, I'm the man, you a trash can
Shout out the Lauryn Hill
He finna be a trash man now, that's good money
We in the hood runnin' hella little scam
Hit em with the meta-blam-blam
That's a spiritual pistol
Young [?] motor with the spherical piston
Can't get much flexin' in the [?]
Baby, I'm a motherf*ckin' issue
Shout out to Issue
We in it like ink in skin tissue
Ya'll get stitches like a snitch do
Ay, f*ck blue [?] said Vishnu, people
Seem me flip the scripts in the Hebrew
Aramaic wit' it
Trips in the Arabic, slay a bit
Ya'll straight b*tch, I'm swearin' it
Kissed by the seraphim
Sick credit with the Vedic knowledges
Yea, I went to college, b*tch
But the knowledge that I bring is beyond that
Truly astonishing, beyond rap, beyond man even
Heh, meet me on the sand [?], young gladiator
You mad, you a hater. Why you mad, player?
See you later, like a alligator or a crocodile
You don't see me in the wall
That's your front door with a steel in the smile
A deal in a while
Hella real in the style
You can feel how I die, get down, and back up again
Your boy hella blessed I'm a lucky man
Hit it in the bath with a clip, with a ducky [?]
[?]
Breakin' all my [?] up for the Ludakris song
Sit down for the anthem, f*ck America
f*ck the American nation
Rather be Jamaican or Haitian, better yet Cuban
Kool A.D. more humid than human
Follow my nose like a Toucan
One man army but it feel like two man
Better yet Navy, who [?]
Look, your boy is so crazy
I feel like Jay Z in the 80's maybe
[?] I admit, I'm a 80's baby
Yes I'm the sh*t, you could pay me daily
Nothin' never phase me
Suckers get paisley darts to the neck
I'm smart with the arts in my [?] get the check
You know your boy sports sport with the best
Goin' through the park in the vest
You don't show up with the Kevlar
Call me killer heart I get hard
Plus lines my n- plus lines like my name was, um, Chris Gethard
Go dumb like a retard
Sorry if uh that was maybe out of line
I'm out of my mind like my uncle ro- run motown, what?
Get up in the pad, get mo down
Get the hootenanny, shindig, jamboree, hoe down
If you ain't -if you ain't knew now then you know now [?]
I could never slow down, no, nah, nah, not ever
See me on Valencia street with uh, Dave Eggert
Professional man of the letters, you a bed wetter
I'm a bread-getter, plus a head-getter
Dot on your chest like a red letter
Scarlet O'Hare with the literature
Ho [?] wit it, your bro [?] digits
Just as a hobby
Obi-Wan Kenobi told me in the lobby [?] kobe, what?
Posse on Broadway
Poppy [?]
You a Conway shopper [?] proper
John Jay Styles that's Loco
Drivin in the [?] Jorge in the Volvo
I'm a pimp I'm a chulo, I'm a cholo
You a wimp, you a loser, you a Bozo
You a shrimp, you a joto
Heh, you a git, you a hobo
See me on Fresno stalin' like [?]
sh*t, in a cranberry DeSoto
You don't even know how my flow go
Every which way mayne
This day, every previous one and the next one, too
[?] how I rep you, check you
Microphone check
California, California, I'm a [?]
Best rapper in the world, everybody know
How many more seconds we got on this sh*t, let's cut this sh*t out, okay