"Megadef" lyrics
Wax & DJ Hoppa Lyrics
Hmm
Ooh ooh ooh ooh yay
Wanna know what my sound about?
Go down to a roundabout
And go around and 'round
And all my secrets you'll have found them out
I can't be counted out
I can dish it out
I like my fish mispronounced
I tell the waiter, "Bring the salmon out."
I leave you shrouded in doubt
That oasis that you found in a drought
Frown like you beat down and distraught
You ought not to
Want to
Bite the tentacle off of the octopus that feeds you
Like it was pasta
Notes that I'm jotting a la notes that were hollered by the Phantom of the Opera
Uh
Lift a drink to a distinct phenomenon
A lotta octaves up on the staff that anyone I'm not is on
Conductor's baton, I whirl it... twirl it
At a half-assed harpist, I will surely hurl it
You got a learner's permit
I got a CDL
And my bumper sticker reads "I'm a demon from hell"
Megadef Metallica
Metalhead militia hittin swishers playing Galaga
Playin Pantera out a Nissan Altima
Put a pentagram on it, make ya papa proud of ya
Shit I said recently is quoted real frequently
The old shit I wrote is still quoted subsequently
I should really get a seven-figure speaking fee
And every attendant's entire estate bequeathed to me
(Put it in writing)
Endowment for the arts
A phrase I hear a lot is "You must not be from around these parts"
Loud gasping, they aghast and astounded
When I'm rapping, heads around it can't wrap their heads around it
You're now encountering an otherworldly talent
Play my album loud, you'll surely become one with your surroundings
If you're counting the amount of times I've made a rapper mad as fuck
You'd need an abacus the size of Africa to add it up (add it up)
I got a leg up, you gon' need a stilt
Y'all stall, I keep trucking like Peterbilt (keep on trucking)
At my leisure, I will leave a nonbeliever kilt
Tilt back with my feet up, feeling neither grief nor guilt (uh-uh)
Megadef Metallica
Metalhead militia hittin swishers playing Galaga
Playin Pantera out a Nissan Altima
Put a pentagram on it, make ya papa proud of ya
Yeah yeah
Ooh ooh ooh ooh yay
Wanna know what my sound about?
Go down to a roundabout
And go around and 'round
And all my secrets you'll have found them out
I can't be counted out
I can dish it out
I like my fish mispronounced
I tell the waiter, "Bring the salmon out."
I leave you shrouded in doubt
That oasis that you found in a drought
Frown like you beat down and distraught
You ought not to
Want to
Bite the tentacle off of the octopus that feeds you
Like it was pasta
Notes that I'm jotting a la notes that were hollered by the Phantom of the Opera
Uh
Lift a drink to a distinct phenomenon
A lotta octaves up on the staff that anyone I'm not is on
Conductor's baton, I whirl it... twirl it
At a half-assed harpist, I will surely hurl it
You got a learner's permit
I got a CDL
And my bumper sticker reads "I'm a demon from hell"
Megadef Metallica
Metalhead militia hittin swishers playing Galaga
Playin Pantera out a Nissan Altima
Put a pentagram on it, make ya papa proud of ya
Shit I said recently is quoted real frequently
The old shit I wrote is still quoted subsequently
I should really get a seven-figure speaking fee
And every attendant's entire estate bequeathed to me
(Put it in writing)
Endowment for the arts
A phrase I hear a lot is "You must not be from around these parts"
Loud gasping, they aghast and astounded
When I'm rapping, heads around it can't wrap their heads around it
You're now encountering an otherworldly talent
Play my album loud, you'll surely become one with your surroundings
If you're counting the amount of times I've made a rapper mad as fuck
You'd need an abacus the size of Africa to add it up (add it up)
I got a leg up, you gon' need a stilt
Y'all stall, I keep trucking like Peterbilt (keep on trucking)
At my leisure, I will leave a nonbeliever kilt
Tilt back with my feet up, feeling neither grief nor guilt (uh-uh)
Megadef Metallica
Metalhead militia hittin swishers playing Galaga
Playin Pantera out a Nissan Altima
Put a pentagram on it, make ya papa proud of ya
Yeah yeah
