Tacos

[Verse 1] Its 2:03 in the morning the vocal booth is pouring Cause I choke the tubes and stoke her loose, Pokin' moves Just getting boners being the dude who storms with the truth But boredom is my new form of being cool Dude, Laura warned Myrtle that being Steve is an issue And didn't believe it Until the speech of being reason for a missile being secretly misused Heat seeking, my teeth grit cause peep this, I be on my peace shit My war is with the belief less, gee whiz I'm a G taking a wiz on the beat Sacred and sweet the things I say when even speaking Pervasive, persuasive, when leading to the basics And reap what you lay in your acres I get a heaping helping of Ether And proceed to mouth the features of people who needed help from being... Yooooo... [Hook] Tacos... Tacos... Tacos... Tacos We about to get, We about to get, Tacos We about to get, We about to get, Tacos We about to get, We about to get, Tacos We about to get, And Gorditas... [Verse2] Ironically I have a Disney fan base Which honestly appeals to my rotten teeth Cause I can face the monotony of being a 50 or your man Drake Cause gothic scenes still have not received a damn break Lots of teens in this land face what I conceive as standard hate From now to supreme antiquated parenting From obscene scenes standing in woman in mans place Word to MTV, the planet must be sick of me Parents that are strict reflect the planets that wish to visit me Or wish to get a visit from me, it's apparent Granted I'm baffling you young gunners with bum hunger I just know some stunners who wonder if the suns number is one I mean come on it sounds dumb, but I'm hotter than rettoh(Rita) Hotter backwards, Now you gotta repeat it God I'm retarded cause that's not how I said it but now that I see it Wow I'm a genius, I am loud but conceited (C'mon) [Hook] [Verse 3] Peter Pan with pot, leave the land and Plot to heat the land I drop next on with the hot test of songs My guess is wrong, who wants a contest with lungs To see if pride gets it on with writing songs that are less than 5 seconds (Charles Hamilton) As soon as this dropped you got blessed As soon as your hips rocked you got lured into the Vortex, stop Hot stepped, like here comes the, Hear thunder? The brainstorm Is clearly jumping for the gear fumbler I don't dress casual I dress radical My sex is magical, and my stress is yes, that I know I bet carrots grow when letting rabbits flow MF Bunny, the best dressed on the coast of Madagascar Pass hard This is a jaguar starved since last March, and acting mad harsh towards the Backyardigans You cats rap half hearted, is it the John Q inspiration or beyond you to spit some great shit? [Hook] (Charles Hamilton) (Charles Hamilton) (Charles Hamilton)