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"Whoa Whoa Whoa" by Watsky
- [Chorus:]
- Whoa whoa whoa, what do you take us for? [x2]
- I’m a phenomenon. And I gotta bring pain in the Octagon
- When I wanna spit game at a soccer mom I get it quicker than the left lane on the Autobahn
- Fast; like Ramadan and I battle young Padawans all the damn day
- I'm getting naked and I'm hopping on a wrecking ball so hot I got that motherfucker a la flambé.
- I go to Miley's house. I see that Miley's home.
- I play Miley's ribcage with my dick like it's a Xylie phone
- Yes, that was highly fucked up but my skills are highly honed
- And if I was highly hyphy I might be more widely known
- C'est la vie. Better pay my fee
- They kick it in Seattle in a Patagonia jacket, they get it in the Bay in a plain white tee
- Hey mami! You a PYT!
- Wanna see me speak? Then I go (go) go (go) go (go)!
- Every time I get a beat I know I gotta beat it up, I bend it then I break it then I chop it and I eat it up,
- And PETA would never approve of the way I’ve been treating the music, I bleed it,
- I bruise it, I kick it to the curb and then I’m sipping on my bourbon I be freaking it doing it, keeping it moving
- I’m picking apart the muscle when I’m thinking about the hustle but I’m nice. Nice!
- [Chorus]
- I'll jump the freeway median, I'm savage
- Cause my mode is that I'm meaner than the average
- Like my teacher taught me when I heard the crowd applaud
- I thought I was an atheist until I realized I'm a God
- It could hurt a bit when I murder shit
- in a moment I'll be tying off a tourniquet
- When I burn em and I hit em in the sternum, I don't even gotta enter but I'm gonna win the tournament
- That's what I'm all about. Do what I gotta do and never gonna pout
- And I hope that it woulda been the end of it and I'm out, but they never tend to gimme the benefit of the doubt
- Ever since I was a little I kid I know that I've been looking for the hot hot spotlight
- And if you really wonder what I think about the competition, they were not not not tight
- I been reading my scripture. Every photobomber wanna be in my picture
- And ya better bet I'm living every single day like it's the motherfucking Catalina Wine Mixer
- Bada bing bada boom, when I walk in I'm the king of the room
- And I get it locked in like a king in a tomb, when I spit a toxin and they cough on the fumes
- Cause I’m back in the nick of time and attacking a fickle mind I’m a jackal I’ll rip his hide I’ma tackle him, pick a fight,
- I be Dracula set to bite in the black of the bitter night and I’m out. Poof.
- [Chorus x2]
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