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[Verse 1]
In the time of chimpanzees I was a monkey
Butane in my veins and I’m out to cut the junkie
With the plastic eyeballs, spray-paint the vegetables
Dog food skulls with the beefcake pantyhose
Kill the headlights and put it in neutral
Stock car flaming with the loser in the cruise control
Baby’s in Reno with the vitamin D
Got a couple of couches, sleep on the love-seat
Someone came in saying I’m insane to complain
About a shotgun wedding and a stain on my shirt
Don’t believe everything that you breathe
You get a parking violation and a maggot on your sleeve
So shave your face with some mace in the dark
Saving all your food stamps and burning down the trailer park
Yo, cut it

[Hook]
Soy un perdedor
I’m a loser baby, so why don’t you kill me?
(Double barrel buckshot)
Soy un perdedor
I’m a loser baby, so why don’t you kill me?

[Verse 2]
The forces of evil in a bozo nightmare
Ban all the music with the phony gas chamber
Cause one’s got a weasel and the other’s got a flag
One’s on the pole, shove the other in a bag
With the rerun shows and the cocaine nose-job
The daytime crap of the folksinger slob
He hung himself with a guitar string
A slab of turkey-neck and its hanging from a pigeon wing
You can’t get right if you can’t relate
Trade the cash for the beat for the body for the hate
And my time is a piece of wax falling on a termite
Who’s choking on the splinters

[Hook]
Soy un perdedor
I’m a loser baby, so why don’t you kill me?
(Get crazy with the cheese whiz)
Soy un perdedor
I’m a loser baby, so why don’t you kill me?
(Drive-by body pierce)
(Yo, bring it on down)

I’m a driver I’m a winner
Things are gonna change, I can feel it

[Hook]
Soy un perdedor
I’m a loser baby, so why don’t you kill me?
(I can’t believe you)
Soy un perdedor
I’m a loser baby, so why don’t you kill me?
Soy un perdedor
I’m a loser baby, so why don’t you kill me?
(Sprechen Sie Deutsch, eh, baby?)
Soy un perdedor
I’m a loser baby, so why don’t you kill me?
(Know what I’m sayin’?)

[Intro]
Superstar!
Smoke!

[Chorus]
Yea, Comin’ in havin’ shit
What a superstar do (yeah)
Comin’ in too hot
That’s a superstar move (yeah)
Hit em wit the euro step
I was dodgin’ they group (ay)
Hit em wit the Michael
That’s a superstar move (yeah)

I was comin’ in havin’ shit
What a superstar do (yeah)
Comin’ in too hot
That’s a superstar move (yeah)
Hit em wit the euro step
I was dodgin’ they group (ay)
Hit em wit the Michael
That’s a superstar move (yeah)

[Verse 1]
Saint Laurent boot
I Swerve in coupe on you
That’s just for two
I make that bitch move on you
Make that bitch park up
Make a bitch boot
Had that bitch super nauseous
U know that I wasn’t conscious
U know I’m battle tested
My rocks do no not fold like the under pressure
Serve Rock like Evanescence
Put bumps on your face like u prepubescent
Fuck 12 it’s no detention
My Niggas on on call u could get the message
My outfit was talkin’ some shit
I pulled up rockin’ English leathers

[Chorus]
Comin’ in havin’ shit
What a superstar do (yeah)
Comin’ in too hot
That’s a superstar move (yeah)
Hit em wit the euro step
I was dodgin’ they group (ay)
Hit em wit the Michael
That’s a superstar move (yeah)

I was comin’ in havin’ shit
What a superstar do (yeah)
Comin’ in too hot
That’s a superstar move (yeah)
Hit em wit the euro step
I was dodgin’ they group (ay)
Hit em wit the Michael
That’s a superstar move (yeah)

[Verse 2]
Hit you with post move
Hit you with a dupe
Hit you with a stiff arm
Running through yo whole group
Chasin’ on a big check
Like a Nike recruit
Look at my gold links
Imma hit the whole crew
Watch a nigga moon walk
I Came in with Ric flair
Drip sauce on everything
Drip sauce on thin air
I believe I could levitate
Watch a Nigga go marinate
Sold alot of onion rings
Superstar dissapear

[Chorus]
Comin’ in havin’ shit
What a superstar do (yeah)
Comin’ in too hot
That’s a superstar move (yeah)
Hit em wit the euro step
I was dodgin’ they group (ay)
Hit em wit the Michael
That’s a superstar move (yeah)

I was comin’ in havin’ shit
What a superstar do (yeah)
Comin’ in too hot
That’s a superstar move (yeah)
Hit em wit the euro step
I was dodgin’ they group (ay)
Hit em wit the Michael
That’s a superstar move (yeah)

[Intro: Open Mike Eagle]
So. . . sleepy
When I snap my fingers

[Verse 1: Open Mike Eagle]
To thine own self, be felt-tip
Hip as a belt clip
With a helmet fit for helpless feels
If you can help it
Reassess the unarmed
Leave refreshed and unharmed
Bring milk and honey to the funny farm
See the rest become charmed dumb
"An apple a day," what apple sellers say
I was brought into this world with the instinct to back the hell away
And the will to write a rap song as long as an Alaskan day
To fight to balance those two feels is a personal passion play
But so what?
Flying fucks is thrown at rolling doughnuts
My feet is cold, but so what?
Cause I’m bold enough to show up
I– what’s the hold up-
-side down, ketchup bottle speed
Uncoordinated, running with pigeon toes and knobby knees
God damn it, folks will follow me
Bucket of random body parts
Master of the sloppy arts
Like Kindergartners trying to be done
Big dumb-dumb trying to fly to the sun
I’m dried up and look at what I have become

[Chorus: Open Mike Eagle]
Sing it like a church song
Like a old-time prayer from a dead man written on a notebook
Draw with a ink pen
Like it doesn’t even matter if it go, god damn it, it’s the first time
Make it like a mistake
Sing it like a church song
Written when the shit wasn’t going right
Sing it like it don’t hurt
Like it can’t break
Like it’s this big

[Bridge]
I ain’t no chili pepper
I ain’t got mama’s gun
I ain’t in Evanescence
I ain’t in All-4-One
I got a dumb agenda
Can’t even make a plan
If you remember the moment come here and shake my hand
I ain’t no chili pepper
I ain’t got mama’s gun
I ain’t in Evanescence
I ain’t an awful one
I got a dumb agenda
Can’t even make a plan
If you remember the moment come here and shake my hand

[Chorus: Open Mike Eagle]
Sing it like a church song
Like a old-time prayer from a dead man written on a notebook
Draw with a ink pen
Like it doesn’t even matter if it go, god damn it, it’s the first time
Make it like a mistake
Sing it like a church song
Written when the shit wasn’t going right
Sing it like it don’t hurt
Like it can’t break
Like it’s this big

[Verse 3: Sammus]
I’d rather be hiding alone like some Ewoks
Up in tree tops
Creeping around like I’m T-Boz
Steeping the grounds in my teapots
But I’m Steve Jobs
On my Apple updating my E-Shops
Eat a apple a day, take a brief pause
Take a nap, lie awake in-between sobs
Then I rap and I pray and the grief stops
My ego take cheap shots
Can’t believe how she speak to me
She talks like it’s neat pushing buttons like key fobs
Well good day, bitch, I’m writing this beat knocks
Tryna pen classics like Reeboks
Or Greek thoughts or a Fleet Fox
And teach a good message like Aesop’s
That stick to my skin just like grease spots
So forget all the things that my dreams cost
Yeah, I’m getting my kicks, fuck some clean socks
Ice cold, we living like freeze pops
Cause I’m gonna take licks while I defrost
Divest from your demons, and weak stocks
And invest in your team ’til your scene pops
It might mean wearing jeans ’til the seam pops
But don’t wait like Dre did with Detox
No hate hinder me, I will clean clocks
Like today, I can’t play, I don’t give fucks
I won’t change what I say, take your screenshots
Yeah, I’m just being me that’s what she wants
And this might seem weird cause a dream stops
When you wake up but for the sake of
Finding peace, no sleep when you dream jobs
Now please, go be who you dream of

[Chorus]
Water whip, dope cooking, whipping in the pot
Mama coming in the kitchen, stankin’ up her pots
Nigga want a whole thing, gotta meet me on the block
Nigga coming ’round my way, you know I call the shots
Water whip, dope cooking, whipping in the pot
Mama coming in the kitchen, stankin’ up her pots
Nigga want a whole thing, gotta meet me on the block
Nigga coming ’round my way, you know I call the shots

[Verse 1]
Laying lower than nine, you know I run the block
Hellcat swerving, gotta watch out for the cops
Your bitch say she want a nigga, she know I keep a knot
Them niggas playing them petty games, I make that block hot
Had to set up shop, took a nine out that block
J’s at the door, smell the dope, they want some more
Judo get the door, grab the stick before you go
Where the cash at? nigga want a half a gram

[Chorus]
Water whip, dope cooking, whipping in the pot
Mama coming in the kitchen, stankin’ up her pots
Nigga want a whole thing, gotta meet me on the block
Nigga coming ’round my way, you know I call the shots
Water whip, dope cooking, whipping in the pot
Mama coming in the kitchen, stankin’ up her pots
Nigga want a whole thing, gotta meet me on the block
Nigga coming ’round my way, you know I call the shots

[Verse 2]
I came from a half a bag, ran me up a knot
That bitch think I go without, I need her for a spot
Bitch hold that, better watch my stash
Where you at, I need them nine ounces in that bag
Hurry up, I gotta cook up half a brick of glass
This nigga trippin’, talking about he ain’t got all the cash
I front you this so you know I had to put some tax
He ran off on the plug, nigga body bag

[Chorus]
Water whip, dope cooking, whipping in the pot
Mama coming in the kitchen, stankin’ up her pots
Nigga want a whole thing, gotta meet me on the block
Nigga coming ’round my way, you know I call the shots
Water whip, dope cooking, whipping in the pot
Mama coming in the kitchen, stankin’ up her pots
Nigga want a whole thing, gotta meet me on the block
Nigga coming ’round my way, you know I call the shots

[Hook: Chance The Rapper]
Hey Ms. Parker (Hello)
Can I Shovel Your Snow? (Can I Shovel Your Snow?)
Let Me Help You With The Groceries (igh igh)
Walk You To The Door (Walk You To The Door)
Hey There Neighbour! (Hey! Hey! Hey!)
Can I Take Out The Trash? (Can I Take Out The Trash?)
Where Is Your Husband? (I Know)
When He Get Back? (When He Get Back?)

[Verse 1: Jeremih]
When he get back? (When he get back?)
Damn you so bad (Damn you so bad)
Thats not your bad (Thats not your bad)
Thats just my bad (Thats just my bad)
I can’t help it (no not my style)
I just need a solid (took you down back)
Just hit me when your kids go to bed
Lets go somewhere i can slide down your sled
I just wanna keep warm i don’t wanna hold your hand (IGH IGH)
We growin’ ain’t getting younger lets live it up in the bed (iiiiiigghh)

[Bridge: Jeremih *& Chance The Rapper*]
Ms. Parker (aye)
I know Our mhm is old (*Igh Igh Igh Igh*)
When You bend that over wanna see it now
I say uh huh good lord (*arrgghhhhhh Igh!*)

[Hook: Chance The Rapper]
Hey Ms. Parker (Hello)
Can I Shovel Your Snow? (Can I Shovel Your Snow?)
Let Me Help You With The Groceries (UGH UGH)
Walk You To The Door (Igh Igh Igh Igh)
Hey There Neighbour! (ah yellow!)
Can I Take Out The Trash? (Can I Take Out your Trash?)
Where Is Your Husband? (UGH)
When He Get Back? (IGH IGH IGH IGH)

[Verse 2: Chance The Rapper *& Jeremih*]
You know I’ve been a good boy (Igh!) (*Good Boy*)
I know you got good toys (Igh! Ugh!)
But you want a real boy (*more*)
[?] it in your good boy (Ugh)
I know you need some extra sugar (*sugar, Sugar*)
Me, I got the Hookup (*Hookup, Hookup*)
Why You still down with that [?]
You Gone every time i look up
When I when you wanna owe you wanna know you want a young nigga
I guess since i was little
Better now I’m bigger
We just got to hurry up before he get close
I dont wanna turn your pretty ass into a widow

[Hook: Chance The Rapper]
Hey Ms. Parker (Hello)
Can I Shovel Your Snow? (Can I Shovel Your Snow?)
Let Me Help You With The Groceries (Igh Igh)
Walk You To The Door (Walk You To The Door)
Hey There Neighbour! (Huh Yeah)
Can I Take Out The Trash? (Can I Can I Can I Can I Can I)
Where Is Your Husband? (yah yah yah yah)
When He Get Back? (let me knooowww)

[Outro: Chance The Rapper]
Get It Now Get It Now Get It Now Get It Now Get It Now Get It Now Woo!
What About What About What About What About What About What About You
Get It Now Get It Now Get It Now Get It Now Get It Now Get It Now Ooh!
Get It now woo now its your turn tooooo
(Get It Now)X16
Hey Ms. Parker