paint the town Ha ha you're dead Ha ha you're dead Ha ha you're dead (ha ha ha) Ha ha you're dead The joke is over You were an asshole And now you
prehistoric monster Comin' to stomp all over you hip-hop conference Landed in an unidentified flying object Turn you into an unidentified frying carcus The smell of raw flesh make you
We used to fuck 'em on campus You my roley ha ha I'm your roley ha ha Fuck with us, we leave you nigga fuckin' holy ha Semi-Latin cruise down to Baton
if you don't know, now you know, nigga, uh Chorus: You know very well who you are Don't let em hold you down, reach for the stars You had a go, but
and you would Trick me out my money shootin' dice, niggaz is you crazy? Ha ha ha ha ha ha (G O D's my reality) Crazy you crazy man Yo Rae, you remember
the game So when it's time to re-up, I'm knee deep in the cane (Damn) Real talk, Look, I'm tellin' you mayne (tellin' you mayne) If you get jammed up
good Uh, and if you don't know, now you know, nigga, uh Chorus: You know very well who you are Don't let em hold you down, reach for the stars You
shootin dice, niggaz is you crazy? Ha ha ha ha ha ha! (G-O-D's my reality) Crazy you crazy man Yo Rae, you remember that shit man? When we used to be
heart From the greatest of lakes to the greenest of greens To the rockiest mountains and everything in between (Oh, oh), oh Canada, oh you no fan of us
you snoring But the truth is back, now they say where you been Cause we ain't really seen you out performing You back up in the streets, you hot you're
all good Uh, and if you don't know, now you know, nigga, uh Chorus: You know very well who you are Don't let em hold you down, reach for the stars
on fire! Ha, ha, ha. Burn momma, burn momma, burn momma, burn bitch burn, burn, burrrrrn. Ha, ha, ha. Burn you racist bitch! Ha, ha, ha. But she wasn't quite dead
: Aaaaarrrggghhh! Umberto Eco: I don't understand this either... Gabriel Garcia Marquez: Mi casa es su casa Roddy Doyle: ha ha ha! Salman Rushdie: Names
take it how you wanna take it Cause if you're askin' - Why is hip-hop dead? It's a pretty good chance you're the reason it died, man It's a pretty good