Super Bobby - Franzagaten (feat. Lew Bruno) Lyrics

Jefjejejejjejej JEFFF L! Pretty cool if you ask me, I grew up with Yahoo! Ask Geeves
Sick like you threw up out your two ass cheeks, showtime when I do that, what it mean
It mean I spit diarrhea, I rip diaries up, I keep no secrets except my gonorrhea
Psych, you know I'm keeping it open, when I'm in Rome yo I'm beepin' the Pope
Then he hit me back in a coupla' mins, then I, show up with a coupla' tins
I got that oatmeal -chocolate chip, cuz shit's about to get awkward quick
Hey Pope you belong in an orphanage
Cuz the first thing I do, is write a Haiku, then I go outside, hi-five the whole crew
Got juice in the glass, the coffee in the porcelain, keep my shit clean like I had extra foreskin
I'm anal, and squeaky like a door hinge. My style you bit it like a torrent
Okay dick you know I rip you like an orange

I like to rock a lot
I like to rock a lot
I like to rock a lot
I like to rock a lot
I like to rock a lot
I like to rock a lot
I like to rock a lot
I like to rock

Hey, lately, you can catch me in JP, layin in my bed, soakin up the AC
Tryin to get some decompress time in. My thoughts are going deeper than a hymen
But I drop more lines than a fisherman and then I get you wetter than a Christening
So splash off and take the mask off - get inside my spaceship and then blast off
Like IronMan. You can touch down in Ireland, Lew keep the beats cookin' in a frying pan
Uhhh. I make ya grunt like Seles. No dog, just the bun with the relish
Chillin, with all my vegetarians, don't believe in God, no Episcopalian
Open up my mouth, you can stick the Cherry in, spit out the pit while I'm ridin' in a Chariot
Damn, all you gotta do to date me, is show up with a cheese plate and some baked beans
He's great, he make me come out my jeans, stay in all night and bum out your friendzzz

I like to rock a lot
I like to rock a lot
I like to rock a lot
I like to rock a lot
I like to rock a lot
I like to rock a lot
I like to rock a lot
I like to rock