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DadBod

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
Hahaha
Ayy
 
[Chorus]
Chillin' with the homies at the crib
Bumpin' Pac Div, this the life I live, you ain't know about it
Hit the studio with No I.D.​
Make a couple platinum records in that bitch and then I dip up out it
On the 101, my wife text me
Talkin' 'bout, 'You gotta get home, feed your son,' girl, don't trip about it
Walk up in with apple sauce and broccoli
Little Bobby, better eat your greens, boy, don't give me lip about it
 
[Verse 1]
I'm a dad, this my life
This the type of shit I write
I was hungry in the basement, now that boy, he full of life
Smoking dope, high as a kite
Only when that babysitter at the crib, though
Take my shorty to Nobu and dig up in her rib though, ayy, yeah
(Take my shorty to Nobu and dig up in her rib though, yeah)
'Cause back in my day it was food stamps
And I love my wife like I am Chance
I bet you'd rap about the shit me and him rap about
If you had ever made it out, but you ain't never had the chance
Uh, uh, circumstance
Uh, uh, way of life
Uh, uh, my decisions
Uh, uh, made 'em right
 
[Chorus]
Chillin' with the homies at the crib
Bumpin' Pac Div, this the life I live, you ain't know about it
Hit the studio with No I.D.​
Make a couple platinum records in that bitch and then I dip up out it
On the 101, my wife text me
Talkin' 'bout, 'You gotta get home, feed your son,' girl, don't trip about it
Walk up in with apple sauce and broccoli
Little Bobby, better eat your greens, boy, don't give me lip about it (Ayy, ayy)
 
[Verse 2]
I've upgraded while they waited, will they love it, will they hate it?
Who gives a fuck though?
Rappers praying they next, this shit is cutthroat
I'm livin' on another planet
My manic depression make me constantly wanna panic
I'm stressing on stage, pretendin' everybody undressing
I think I'll never learn my lesson, but fuck it all, it doesn't matter
Ayo, I'm on a lyrical, poetic rhetoric
Lyrical miracle, satirical shit
If you don't like my conscious rap, you won't like my material shit
Love him or hate him, everybody know Logic can spit
Used to be up to date on that rap political shit
But nowadays I'm up to my elbows
And every single inch of my body in my baby's shit
I could tell you more about diapers than modern rappers in cyphers
I used to be about the B-Rabbits and Mekhi Phifers
Hit the stage, grip the mic and murder you like a pro-lifer
But I'm done now, I got a son now
Fuck the rap game, I'm done now
 
[Chorus]
Chillin' with the homies at the crib
Bumpin' Pac Div, this the life I live, you ain't know about it
Hit the studio with No I.D.​
Make a couple platinum records in that bitch and then I dip up out it
On the 101, my wife text me
Talkin' 'bout, 'You gotta get home, feed your son,' girl, don't trip about it
Walk up in with apple sauce and broccoli
Little Bobby, better eat your greens, boy, don't give me lip about it
 
[Verse 3]
They say that that boy done changed
He don't rap about his everyday life, he ain't the same
Goddamn, already had a hard life once
Am I supposed to recreate it every album for you cunts? Okay
You want to hear about my everyday
I wake up, I wake my son up, then I feed him
And lead him into his car seat
Drive up the street down to Target
Don't do hard drugs or beat my wife
But the paparazzi still wanna start shit
I don't answer their questions, I leave 'em in the dark, bitch
Then I walk through the automatic doors
A couple fans spot me but, shit, I ain't on tour
I ain't trying to ignore her
But I head to aisle four 'cause my drawers stank as fuck
And I need some new drawers
Then I spot some more fans, stan hella hardcore (Can I have a picture?)
Asking for a pic and I say sure
Scratch my dick and shake his hand
Shaking uncontrollably, he tells me I'm the man
Now I'm headed to aisle three for some Bounty paper towels
I also grab some wet wipes to clean the shit from my bowels
A really hot girl walks by with a fat ass
But I'm just wondering if Hefty really holds the most trash
Forgot my card at home, thank God I brought some cash
Then I grab some Preparation H for the critics up my ass
Head to aisle five for some Sgt. Smash cereal
Is this want you wanted, everyday life material?
I'm not a kid anymore and be sure shit's boring
Made it out the basement, now my bank account soaring
Most exciting part of my life is probably touring
Don't get me wrong, I love fans in every single city
But hotels suck and the internet is shitty
I mean, why rap about everyday shit
When I could murder punch lines and sound dope like this?
 
[Chorus]
Chillin' with the homies at the crib
Bumpin' Pac Div, this the life I live, you ain't know about it
Hit the studio with No I.D.​
Make a couple platinum records in that bitch and then I dip up out it
On the 101, my wife text me
Talkin' 'bout, 'You gotta get home, feed your son,' girl, don't trip about it
Walk up in with apple sauce and broccoli
Little Bobby, better eat your greens, boy, don't give me lip about it
 
[Outro]
Hello, no one is available to take your call
Please leave a message after the tone
Bro, call me back
We couldn't get the fuckin' Super **** sample cleared again, so fuckin' annoying, bro
But honestly, I just say that we chop up the Toro y Moi joint
That we were gonna put on Ultra 85
And just like flip, fuckin' freak the shit outta that joint
I think it could be crazy
Call me back, I'ma chop it up on the MPC
Here I go
 



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Pete:
I was born to cheat and lie
I'm a mean, rotten guy
When you ask me
why I'm nasty,
here's my reason why
 
At that stork delivery,
mommy screamed
 
(Pete's Mother Impression):
Woe is me,
such a dork.
Hey, Mr. Stork
Behold my misery
 
Pete is ghastly, Pete's a blob,
Pete's a nasty
naughty slob
 
Pete (normal voice):
Can it sister,
I'm the mister
who will get the job
 
So I'm nasty I'm no good
I'll be king!
Knock on wood
I'll impress ya,
though I'm just a
common lowly hood
 
Ha!
 
If you can't be loved, be feared
Don't get shoved,
sheep get sheared
Be the king,
pull the string,
Or else you might get speared
 
I'm so happy I could dance,
seize my chance,
I'll advance
Come and cheer me,
love and fear me,
Petey's King of France, haha!
 
Evenin' trusty lieutenant! Watch out for the bricks!
 
Clarabelle:
What?
 
Pete:
Come and cheer me, love and fear me
Petey's King of Fraaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaance!!!
 
Er, why'd the music stop?
 

23.06.2021

Sweet Wings of Love



Troubadour:
Afloat on the breeze
 
Butterflies:
On wings of love
 
Troubadour:
Like birds and like bees
 
Butterflies:
Sweet wings of love
 
Troubadour:
The first day we met
 
Butterflies:
On wings of love
 
Troubadour:
We watch the sunset
 
Butterflies:
Sweet wings if love
 
Troubadour:
And if by some chance
 
Butterflies:
Some twist of fate
 
Troubadour:
We're chasing romance
 
Butterflies:
It's not too late
 
Troubadour:
It's heaven's design, you'll be mine
hands entwined on wings of love
 
Butterflies:
Of love
 
Troubadour:
Our real life fairytale
 
Butterflies:
Fairytale
 
Troubadour:
Down the stream of life we sail
 
Butterflies:
Life we sail
 
Troubadour:
And our world in twilight gleam
 
Butterflies:
Twilight gleam
 
Troubadour:
Like the light in your eyes inside my dreams
Your whisper lightly tickling my ear
It's Paris, ah, in the spring
 
Butterflies:
Spring, spring, spring, spring, spring
 
Troubadour:
I feel so giddy one thing is clear: you stir my heart to sing
Don't take your hand from mine
 
Butterflies:
Hand from mine
 
Troubadour:
Just hold tight until you find
 
Butterflies:
Hold on tight
 
Troubadour:
You're the light I'm dreaming of
 
Butterflies:
Dreaming of
 
Troubadour:
And I'm waiting for you on wings of love
....waiting for you on wings
 
Butterflies:
Lovely little wings
 
Troubadour:
...of love
 
Butterflies:
On wings of love
 
Troubadour:
Ahh... young love. (giggles)
 

23.06.2021

Chains of Love



Goofy:
Your chains of love now hold me tight,
Your bovine beauty makes my heart take flight!
 
Clarabelle:
You will not change my mind one smidge,
I'm going to drop you screaming off this bridge!
 
Goofy:
Clarabelle, you drive me nuts.
 
Chorus:
His love's so sweet,
His love's so blind.
 
Clarabelle:
Poor Goof...
 
Chorus:
You have to kill him,
Or he'll change your mind.
 
Clarabelle:
Poor grunge...
 
Chorus:
Say farewell
To that goof poor grunge!
 
Clarabelle:
Farewell!
 
Chorus:
'Cause it's your duty as he'll...
 
Clarabelle and chorus:
Take the plunge!
 
Goofy:
My milkmaid miss, you charm my soul
You leave me utterly beyond control
Call me a goof, but one thing's clear
Your melodious moo is music to my ears!
 
Chorus:
He's no Don Juan!
 
Clarabelle:
He's not real smart,
And yet, he's touched my little cowhide heart.
He loves my moo, my cow-like gaze
His numbskull charm...
Has set my heart!
Ablaze!
 

23.06.2021

This Is the End



Troubadour (with Chorus):
This is the end! (2x)
You've seen how Donald gave his friends the double-cross?
He's in retreat and Pegleg Pete is now the boss!
All France in flame!
(Chorus: It's all in flame!)
We curse his name!
(Chorus: We curse his name!)
With Donald Duck, (with Chorus) the blame!
That Donald Duck has left poor Mickey Mouse to drown
(Chorus: He let him drown!)
And Goofy trusted him, but Donald let him down
(Chorus: He let him down!)
(with Chorus) We all berate him, because we hate him
 
He is a traitor, vacillator
He's a lousy second-rater
He's a quisling, hope is fizzling
He really should be russetated
How he quivered, shaked & shivered
(He's completely lily-livered!)
Mangy mallard!
(He's a coward)
Donald's destiny has soured, it's the end!
This is the end!
The ever-loving end!