Salma Hayek - ATMOSPHERE

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I’m Joe Piscopo

I’m an original

But the kids don’t know

I was spitting flows before flip phones

Back when it wasn’t cool to rap about sniffing coke

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It might be a shit show

But you ain’t fuckin with this, bro

Your WiFi got no signal

Fefe sucking on my biggest toe

And now I’m all up in her money in the middle

And I don’t even have to disrobe

I keep my boxers on and use the dick hole

Roll the window down and feel the wind blow

Mama in the back of the Honda

Getting hot as a disco

I’m sicker than a goldfish

Swimming in a fishbowl full of Crisco

Yo, it’s officially official

You better get your tickets if we hitting your zip code

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I’m Salma Hayek

On the Mississippi River in a stolen kayak

Live fast like my life’s in a timelapse

I’m so fly, I’m attracted to fly traps

Get your mind out the trash

Or at least you should line it with a bag

Tie it up to keep the lye bacteria gagged

To a minimal stack, it’s a fixable flat

A sideline will get you sidetracked

Put it up if you feel like a blind rat

Just trying to climb out of a wine glass

We under attack but not allowed to fight back, right?

You not about to fight back, right?

We might strike combat if it’s time for that

After I take my IQ test on this iPad app

In the iRock on the way to the IHOP

With your high ass

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I’m Herbie Hancock

I rock it

I’m not a prophet

I’m not not for profit, nah

I don’t stop, I’m the opposite

I’m on my Spock shit

Trying to live long and prosperous

Excuse me for trying to be modest

But ooey, I feel kinda marvelous

It’s obvious that these socks fit

So I’ma stomp around the block

Like the goddamn apocalypse

Preceded by a stampede

Of fire-breathing rhinoceroses

The promise of awesomeness

Not a problem, it’s no conflict

Party on the rock bottom in a lake of toxins

And if you ain’t starving, then change the topic

Ain’t nothing left to say about it

You eating dirt, 'cause you like it

And dirt from the graveyard, you put gravy on it

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Yeah, go ahead you write it, man

Write what’s, go ahead write

Why you so defensive?

Write whatever you wanna write, man