Jon Hamm

[Hook]: God damn Y’all couldn’t do this But Khan can Try to ignore me But that shit is corny I'll blow up at forty like Jon Hamm [Verse 1:] Now lift up your palm like you’re Picking a star from A system that’s far far away Any position, division, or conference I will still rip it like Jesse Katsopolis This shit is Bosch No, not Chris It's Hieronymous Painter translation: this picture's preposterous You'd get an Oscar to say this is progress And last I checked, Oscar still lives in the garbage Why can't every day be Christmas in Hollis? My spirit animal's a miniature dachshund That taught me to sniff through the business and politics Deep as a Christopher Wallace breath They dig in your pockets And leave you with nothing but lint and a promise And pink slips are all you get Please get me a Dogfish Head Cool, now I'm Super like Nintendo Chalmers [Hook] God damn Y’all couldn’t do this But Khan can Try to ignore me But that shit is corny I'll blow up at forty like Jon Hamm [Verse 2:] Lately, I’m haunted by terrible thoughts That make me want to holler ‘til Jericho drops Like how many days does young TerRio got If his parent don’t stop him from eating his way To a burial plot with a cherry on top Oo killem, you will if you share it and watch Then click on a pic of an areola And ask what that mouth do like a periodon Tist tsk You bury your conscience Keep telling yourself that the babies don't watch us You stare at the box that created these monsters These kids ain't grown up right like Haley Joel Osment Turn the monitors and radios off If we're going downhill, get your sleighs and toboggans But back in the fourth grade, my pulse rate would pulsate Thinking what I would do to Amy Jo Johnson [Hook] God damn Y’all couldn’t do this But Khan can Try to ignore me But that shit is corny I'll blow up at forty like Jon Hamm [Verse 3:] Give something, get something like justice Ride round town on a muddy white cutlass The horse not the car Act funny like douglas Abortion your thoughts with the front of my musket Lo fi pacinos got no time to reload We don’t like the g-code we go by bushido Got an ace up my sleeve like a low life casino My crew is all moonwalkers, no time for Titos I remember one kid stole my Dorritos Said one day he would make it snow by the kilo Now my taste’s developed, I’m so Sausalito So don’t crown my head, please just stovepipe my genome The same mind that memorized that four score and seven But still never jeopardized any scoreboard in Tekken Before your inception, we listened to the griot If you want the grigio, put a cork in your questions [Hook] God damn Y’all couldn’t do this But Khan can Try to ignore me But that shit is corny I'll blow up at forty like Jon Hamm