Heems - Bad, Bad, Bad lyrics

rate me

Ahem

What's up what up (etc...)

Yo

Hello, I'm Heems

I'm at least a compelling dude

Telling you my hellish views

Of life as a Telugu (zombie person)

(?) Punjabi writer (? person) asked me what my hobby is

I ain't have an answer, kicking it probably (I kick it)

I'm whack

Y'all whack

We friends, we all whack

Shouts to Small Black

All y'all could fall back

Can lick my ball sack

It's all facts

On all wax

All tracks

Aw snap

Linus mad cause I rolled a spliff with (?)

(?) about Tito's Tacos

Shredding on my microphone around the country

Has been a great experience, very humbling

Mumbling one thing

The fun thing is something

I have enjoyed doing

But It's tiring jumping

Up and down for people who praise me like one king

If I wasn't rapping I wouldn't be pumping

Gas, I would be sipping on a flask, bumbling

Drunken, chumming it up with you pumpkins

Wondering, why you feel entitled to be fronting

Latkes and Matzo for the posse, it's nothing

In other words, I got bread

I Googled Latke, turned out it's not bread

Not a pot head, or a dot head

I sip chai tea, do tai chi

To calm my nerves

Make this in New York, but they bump it in the suburbs

Four words: Shout out to the nerds

That buy our records

The great people in the herds

That buy our records

Yo, cop our record

If you wear a turban you can't be a cop, but you can shoot one

I want to make a movie, but I could never afford the things you need to shoot one

I'm hot even when I'm not, friend

My friend, you don't call me, my friend

I call you, "my friend," my friend

They let us in in '65

Want our labor, not our lives

Not our kids, not our wives

Lock us up when we sport knives

If you a turban you can't be a cop, but you can shoot one

Biddies, I scoop one

With finesse, like Grey Poupon

Shoop-a-doop, on a futon

Friction is physics, like Nuetron

Alec on the Gchat taking about the Unabomber

Real expensive Reed talking about DHARMA, or Criminal Minds

I got a criminal mind

Swimming with dimes

I'm betting online

They sweating the vibe

I ain't letting what's mine go

I get it with knives

But they, getting in line

To be, getting what's mine

Heems

Make it pop off like Peter with the sermon

Like, eric I'm herman

I'm cherished

Watching Cheaters and some Jeter, that's Yankees and Derek

My merits, y'all perish

I'm getting, cheddar and bettin' on André Breton

Mary Lou Retton sweatin' the cake I'm gettin'

Illuminati vettin', he'll join 'em if they let him

Probably be a trick, and they'll boil him

If they get him

Never liked rapping, but decided I'd try harder

Then I shot the cover of Spin, and tried Prada

So, went from, "Why bother?" to, "Fuck it, yo I'll holla."

For the mighty dolla

Impalas

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