Gundam Wings & Fries (Bonus Track)Adam WarRock

(silver age, bitch. recognize)

[Verse 1: P. Longest]
Yeah, yeah, unh, yeah, yeah
Last name: longest; first name: penis
Any fine chick will tell you when they got to see this
Started off local now my mind is on venus
She serves up my balls and her ass is the meanest
In the city faded off the greenest, purple
She insists I meet one of her friends: referral
Ass so fat she could hulk[?] call her mural[?]
She don't like you cause you're winslow on the cheese; urkel
Dropped a cum-shot that shit's feeling like some superglue
What was only the ass is in my room super nude
Menage a trois
Ten sex for the two of you
But that's a tradeoff for the magic
Like it's herkaloo[?]
Yeah, baby, I'm about to bump and grind my dick in
I treat it like a mother fucking nine-to-five
Them panties what you tryna to hide
Get ready for this mustache ride
Everything except your shoes
If you wanna come inside, yeah

[Chorus] X 4
Gundam wings and fries with some mustard on the side
Doing diet coke shots in my giant robot

[Verse 2: Tribe One]
I want more cheese, lots and lots of cheese
Rocking a monocle like I'm watching a opera scene
Drop an atomic bomb and I promise you wanna see
Ain't no stopping me, I've got a monopoly probably[?]
Probably drop a hot sixteen you will not believe
Classic bruno in a true note
Like I'm taco meat[?]
I'm inspector sudden death in concert
Suckers wanna come and get it on
But I'm a mother effin monster
Confident, big kahuna don dada
We don't worry cause we keepin' it hakuna matata
I'm a problem on the street like a jet black ten speed
Right hand: microphone; left hand: empty
Catch me, waving 'em right to left
I'm like Xbox live when I connect
I suggest you might have guessed it's silver age cause
We got the game so big you can bet on it in Vegas

[Chorus] X 4
Gundam wings and fries with some mustard on the side
Doing diet coke shots in my giant robot

[Verse 3: Adam WarRock]
With with with
My mind on my money and my money on my mind
With my wallet in my pocket so it's hard for you to find cause
Most of these cats is Alanis Morissette-n it
One hand in their pocket and the other's holding a peace sign
I've got no beef, swine
Cats' lives got at least nine
And I hate y'all rappers so much right now like a Kelis line
The police line-up have the best asian emcees, that's me
Oh wait, that's it, nobody that's left to see
And I rap like leprosy: cats touch me; they fall off
I rain on these white man's tennis match; had to call it off
Love to thirty, love to forty
Thug like dirty, rock a shorty
While I'm chilling with the silver plate at Wimbledon
And I don't even like tennis man it's like Dennis
And Mister Wilson gets the gas face lit match and a black flame
Yo Kobe, tell me how my fucking ass tastes
Or whatever that damn line that fucking Shaq say

[Chorus] X 4
Gundam wings and fries with some mustard on the side
Doing diet coke shots in my giant robot