Hot Spittable Lyrics

Hot Spittable lyrics

Intro:  

 Girl: Soon you'll have a band  

 Mr. Eon: It's just my voice and this hand  

 Girl: That's what hip hop was and still stands  

 Eon: What  

 Girl: Soon you'll have a band  

 Eon: It's just my voice and this hand  

 Girl: That's what hip hop was and still stands  

 Eon: Cause  

 Girl: We don't have a band  

 Eon: It's just my voice and this hand  

 Girl: That's what hip hop was and still stands  

 Girl: We don't have a band  

 Eon: It's just my voice and this hand  

 Girl: That's what hip hop was and still stands  

  

 Verse 1:  

 Death to the mic, Starbuck's on arrival  

 Raised in Illadel where I wrecked the recital  

 Introduced Jack Daniels to Mary Jane  

 Now they dating in my body, shit ain't the same  

 Your petty thinking cat need training like Amtrak  

 Can't stand that, need to abandon that  

 Catch a random violent act, over a phantom track  

 With zoot suits and Hammer pants, we ain't wearin' that  

 Swearin' that they nice, when I'm vastly, more nasty  

 Trashy, trying to be all cute and dashing  

 To alien crafts, I'm unabductible  

 My visionary path is unobstructible  

 With the dope we on, Ma look like a Pokemon  

 Arsenic laced lyrics that you choking on  

 Catch my illest tale up on story boards  

 Like my latest smorgasbord with 40 whores  

  

 Chorus:  

 High & Mighty nicest, too hot spittable  

 Mr. Eon's frequency's untrasmittible  

 Come around the way, we don't act hospitable  

 Can't see us, so on stage we invisible  

 (Repeat)  

  

 Verse 2:  

 Killed Billy Blanks with Tae-Bo, puffin' hydro  

 But guess what kids?, I wasn't even high though  

 A thousand thirty words can't describe my sturdy turds  

 Absurd, like 30 nerds doing the Dirty Bird, in Atlanta  

 Trash, skidded up Pampers  

 Looking like some old washed up exotic dancers  

 Trains get sprayed like high schoolers these days  

 They don't listen to hip hop, they checkin' Green Day  

 My unexpectedness is like the '69 Mets  

 My 69 wets on my Penthouse pets  

 A mic, better snatch it  

 Record, gotta scratch it  

 A loop, better catch it  

 The blunt, better ash it  

 Who wanna see me erupt?  

 Like I had beans, tacos, pizza and Chinese for lunch  

 Watch me daydream about Tyra's vagina  

 Take a VH to it, catch me in the all nighter  

  

 Chorus  

  

 Verse 3:  

 I'm the illest one, I'll smoke L's for 50 years  

 Catch emphysema, then sue Phillie Blunts  

 Really stunts, no need for elaborate tactics  

 Just lick your lips and presto!, it's my mattress  

 Electrocute you in wet clothing articles  

 Send your air particles to the Antarcticas  

 With no bubble Nauticas, no fleeces  

 More popular in Brooklyn than Pee Wee Reese is  

 More infamous in L.I. than Colin Ferguson  

 More hated Uptown that Mayor Rudy son  

 I'm David Berkowitz, when I be spurtin' this  

 Son of Sam on this here diagram  

 Fuck immaculate conception, I was Anakin's dad  

 Took the book to Amsterdam, now the Vatican's sad  

 See my, boys are nuts ill ploys on cuts  

 Your Mattels can't swell, you be Toys'R'Us  

  

 Chorus  

  

 Outro:  

 Yes indeed, too hot  

 The spittablest, Mr. Eon  

 Yes indeed, Dick Starbuck  

 Comin' through once again  

 DJ Mighti Mi, Henry Spitty