Kapeesh - Imagine That Lyrics

It's melting
My face isn't it melting
Why the f*ck isn't anyone helping
No way, your kicks are glowing too
Maybe Nike puts tiny little angels in each shoe
I bet you I can fly
Gimmie your hat and some foil so I can hide my thoughts from the government
HA HA
You have no idea what you're up against
Hey Mr. Robot, why you chillin on my block
This town ain't big enough for the both of us
What do your hands look like inside boxing gloves
Ewoks are just Arabian Smurfs covered in Dirt McGirt was the rawest rapper to put his feet on the Earth
Can you eat a Twinkie with chopsticks, then we can't be friends
If you put your arm in there will your rims still spin
Roger Rabbit on top of that Cabbage Patch 'til you beat Slick Rick in a staring contest IMAGINE THAT
Eat mushrooms, they're good for you, they'll make you big and strong
Eat mushrooms, they're good for you, it'll make your grandma proud
Eat mushrooms, they're good for you, then you can rap like me
Tripping balls 'til the sun comes up
Fantastic cuatro
Adios muchacho
Pocketful of monopoly guapo, head banging Palestinian rock show
When Pac comes back from outer space
He better have a case of Surge wit em
Atoms I split em with rhythm, induce venom and sick her, like she stole my gonorrhea
I hate RnB
So can the fat lady beatbox or play jazz flute
Somebody keeps confusing their dining set with my parachute
Testing, testing, stupidity is stretching and etching itself into that f*ckin sticker on your hat
You once were blind but now you can see, did you at least leave a patch for that dudes eye you jacked
I like big girls that smell like licorice sticks
Covered in pancake batter
Mind over matter
If that was real ice wouldn't your teeth chatter
A talented and honest rappin cat, IMAGINE THAT
Eat mushrooms, they're good for you, they'll make you big and strong
Eat mushrooms, they're good for you, it'll make your grandma proud
Eat mushrooms, they're good for you, then you can rap like me
Tripping balls 'til the sun comes up
Last night, when I invited Jesus over
That asshole forgot the batteries to his Wii controller
How ironic of a weak controller
But he had pocketfuls of chronic seeping over so I forgave him
Lost my marbles and tried to save em and then Pogs hit
And I been slammin suckers ever since
Funkier than the Fresh Prince rounded to the next tenth
The pursuit of acceptance is never on my checklist
I brush my teeth during breakfast
Who doesn't love winter-breeze English McMuffins, I must be on something
I mean onto something It seems I'm not bluffing
I promise you piggy it's nothing
Mr. Rogers tattoos times the square root of Shaq-Fu equals an ugly sweater attacking you
2012 and Obama isn't dead
IMAGINE THAT
Eat mushrooms, they're good for you, they'll make you big and strong
Eat mushrooms, they're good for you, it'll make your grandma proud
Eat mushrooms, they're good for you, then you can rap like me
Tripping balls 'til the sun comes up