Like Captain Kirk On His Way To Meet Spock
I got this rap rock while the hoochie on my sock
Drop
I got eyes to see & ears to here
I shed a single tear to help numb the inner pain
Goochie hand bag for my favorite lady
Got to keep it clean like Scoobie Doo
I bit off more then more then I could chew
Hook :
that's how I roll bust up the tempo
that's how I roll bust up the tempo
eating his favorite fish is his dish
smoking fat blunts with the stereo popping
Star Trek came to us in a fantasy land
a new episode every week
what's good my friend don't need to pretend
think of the blues don't watch the news
stretch forth your arm and point it to the door
Uncle Vince out back in the bar kicking it with a two bit whore
Crack is more then on your Ass
no one in this life gets by on a free pass
a cosmic collision of television
gave me a sought off vision
Captain Kirk on the way to meet Spock I got this rap rock
searching for the latest trend
while sticking it to the man with the plan
yesterday we used to pray yet
today you say it ought not be that way
We got space invaders around us every day
they don't make space shows like that anymore
instead we got Trick Daddy who could be such a bore
years that I hurt for something real
I know nothing is worth me coming back again
rap is an explosion left deep inside
we run away and hide its not a glide
like Snoop Lion we need to be flying onto so much more
Copyright © Mario Vitale | Year Posted 2017
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