18 de novembro de 2012

da série: músicas sobre supermercado e coisas do consumo.

Domo Genesis.
(rapper de Los Angeles)
Super Market.

Hi, welcome to Fuckey Foods
Umm, this lane is open if, if you need
If you to check out
Uhh, you're buying a pack of donuts and a pack of Diet Pepsi
Sweet, okay makes sense

In this fucking line at Ralph's buying granola bars
Left my member's card and now this shit gon have an extra charge
This old bitch in front of me buying a color printer
TV dinners, tampons, soy milk, paint thinner

So here I am at the store for some chips
That I'mma pay for with dimes, nickels and quarters and shit
And I'm still high, so I'm tryna dip
But I'mma cut through the line to get outta this bitch

What the fuck, who the fuck's this gay nigga in fake Gucci
Jordan numbers, whatever
Wood chain with a Jesus
Hey you, what the fuck you think you doing

Nigga fuck you
I'm just eating Ruffles
Gotta lotta stuff, fool
So, why don't you fucking wipe that stupid look on your face

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns
And shoot caps at knee caps to make it harder to run
And put your ankles in some boards and pissy water for fun

Nigga, I'm a samurai, cut your skinny ass in half
Look up at the aftermath
Blow some fucking hash and laugh

I'm a fucking ninja and a jedi and I am from Compton
Better pick a better option before these Nikes get to stomping
Chomping at your oxygen chords
You fat fake Kenan Thompson
Like a virgin, cherry faggot, we could get it popping

I bet you lock and drop it
Faggot bitch, you ain't from Compton
Dumbo ears, you Mary Poppin
With the piece that Kel was rocking
I will fucking beat your ass, box logos through the glass
I'll hit you hooky like you skipping class
Lee would get the math

Oh really
You're silly giving tip drills to Nelly
Get them Ruffles no Lays cause Kiara might kill me
Aw, fuck this I'm grabbing two kitchen knives
And stabbing this Ice Cube look-a-like
 to show you a nigga with attitude

Wait, I heard about you from that other nigga Earl
How you traveled to Milan and now it only likes girls
I'll roundhouse you into a fucking basket
Push you into an old lady bagging plastic
Hope you get the message, I will stomp you into potholes
And fill you up with shells but you're used to eating tacos

Oh, a Taco joke, Domo smoke, I heard
Your album sound like some shit a fake Wiz Khalifa papa wrote
I'm insulted, shit, damn, somebody grab the Charmin
Nevermind these messages, Monica her nigga arming

Swift-made switch blades made a big incision in him
Red dot his forehead cause Riley's into Hinduism
And hipsters who happen to be your listeners
Doobies roll your booty ho Alexis know the truthy, bro

Oh, a Lexus
I drive that all around
The western hemisphere like all of Kiara's ex's

And bet this, I'm a mothafucking monster
Fuck talking, I'll stab you with this fucking rocket launcher

When I cock the beam back, I'm aiming for Supreme hats
Go to hell, I mean that, burn you like green backs

You don't mean that, you faggot
I'll get your back and I'll snap it
And strangle you with that fucking leather jacket
Fall, bitch, give me everything, I'm taking all this
And fleeing the sceneon Rufus,
 my evil walrus, bitch
Fuck you, I'm out

I'm high as fuck and I didn't call for all this
I'mma get on my zombie shit, wait, here's my carcass

Sir, sir, sir in the green hat sir
You, you, you have to pay for that
You have to, the Arizonas, you have to pay for those
I fucking hate this job
Fuck, clean up on aisle six

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super carrinho. faça as idéias rodarem aqui também.
obrigada pela participação no debate.