I'm Just Raw (Prod Dan the Automator) Radio

Текст песни Lyrics Born and Krs One, Evidence, Dilated Peoples, Jumbo the Garbageman - I'm Just Raw (Prod Dan the Automator) Radio

Nobody'members those Rap City episodes
From twenty years ago when you were the guest host
Past history, let it go, get off on a medical
Pack a duffel bag with all your wrinkled clothes and pedal home
Get a little dictaphone and sit alone
In the middle of the room and let it flow
Wouldn't it be better if you went and chose a new career path
Like a shepherd or a flight attendant on an aircraft?
You're pitiful, a pollywog
Tiny fishy in a smaller pond
Holding Barbie dolls and leftover beads from the Mardi Gras
Acting hella hard but that's just poppycock
'Cause inside you're hella soft like a Jolly Rancher lollipop
I'll give you cauliflower ears, stupid, you're weird
Feeling blue, on a stool somewhere, two-fisting beers
At a Hofbrau, moaning like a hot cow
Crying on the shoulder of some old man you met just now

I'm smarter than you, I'm harder than you
I'm better than you, I'm just raw
I'm hotter than you, more popular than you
More clever than you, and goshdarn it, people like me

Look, I'm sorry, mate, this is awkward, 'kay?
Little hard to say, so I'll just say it
Me and your mommy date, she's awfully great
She's a saucy dame, she calls me "babe"
Always wants to meet on her coffee breaks
She bought me seats to Bonnie Raitt
Now there's no concrete date but she bought the ring
It's laundry day and my stockings stink
From my foot up in your ass 'cause you drive me absolutely batty
Say I'm crappy when you get around me, tell me who's your daddy
Call me Mr. McAfee, a poop deck pappy
Shut your trap and get back in the back seat of the Camry
Don't sass me or I'll backhand you, smack you with an axe handle
Burn you with a wax candle, slap you with a sandle
I'm trying to watch the rap channel
Can't you tell we laugh about you?
Call yourself a rapper but I gives a rat's ass about you

I'm smarter than you, I'm harder than you
I'm better than you, I'm just raw
I'm hotter than you, more popular than you
More clever than you, and goshdarn it, people like me

Why do I even bother with these off-brand cats?
Y'all are wombats, man, I'm about to blow this pop stand
Lyrically, y'all don't compare to me in any contest
Like a stealth bomber up against a Hyundai Accent
Tall-can to a shot glass, ball-peen to a contact
Gary Coleman versus Big Boss Man
The Loch Ness Monster up against a crawdad
Talking Sly Stallone in Rocky versus Sly Stallone in Cop Land
Judge Judy versus Johnnie Cochran, oh man
Nell Carter versus Karen Carpenter topless
Better yet, broadband compared to a long ass
Piece of string connecting two pop cans, it's all bad
Don't quit your job at all, believe me, you'll be so glad
Back home, holding both hands, it sucks washing sauce pans
I know there's an off chance that one day hip-hop heads
Will maybe feel rappers in the top ten that cross-dress

I'm smarter than you, I'm harder than you
I'm better than you, I'm just raw
I'm hotter than you, more popular than you
More clever than you, and goshdarn it, people like me