Kalamiti - Fun Fun

Look out, I'm comin through gimme some room
I'm lookin for a bitch, dressed semi to nude

With a booty like the movies and gimme some boobs
And the bombest pair of lips, In a mini and tube

Top, I got the moves locked, standin like whos hot
I don't dance but I bet I could moon walk

Oh shit now I tripped and my grooves shot
But it don't matter when your rockin a huge cock

Call me the mailman girl I gotta package
The way I recite my words you swear its magic

And Hot damn Shit I did it again, son
By-Product of Psychotic like Marilyn Manson

And I got it , I ain't pickin at random
I'm puttin targets on your backs, collectin a ransom

Gimme Gimme Someone, Witha Paira Buns Buns
Ima Getcha Spun Spun, We gun have some FUN FUN

Oh My God
I'm So Fly
I'm So Sick
I'm So Hot

Oh My God
I'm So Fly
I'm So Sick
And Your Not

Oh fuck yeah, You ain't never heard of this shit
On point flow, and he's sickenin with the lyrics

Ima get you off when you motherfuckers hear this
Mirror this? Not a chance, but you better fear this

A lyracist, Hit ya so hard have you askin what year is this
I'm a level higher than the pyramids

I'm bleedin skill like I'm on a fuckin period
I Ain't jokin around, ask me Why So Serious

Now Lemme put a smile on that face Darlin
You can be my sidekick girl, I'll call you Robin

In other words your my bitch, truth is I don't give a shit
Ima tear that ass up, like a fuckin christmas gift

And admit, Im the illest to touch the mic now
The illest since Method screamed FUCK YA LIFESTYLE

Gimme Gimme Someone, Witha Paira Buns Buns
Ima Getcha Spun Spun, We gun have some FUN FUN

Oh My God
I'm So Fly
I'm So Sick
I'm So Hot

Oh My God
I'm So Fly
I'm So Sick
And Your Not

Time for a Final Verse, I'll spit my finest words
I'll take you higher than you'd go with the flight of birds

I thought you might of heard, of what might occur
Cause Im gasoline, so let your lighters burn

So you better expect, that I might explode on you
Cause if I was a gun, then expect I'm loaded too

Pay attension now, You don't wanna miss this
Ima have you screamin' Can I, Can I get a witness

I'm livin everyday like it's motherfuckin christmas
I'm crossin rappers off, like its beatrix's hitlist

And for all you tryin', you ain't never gonna Kill Bill
And if you think I won't retaliate, fuck I Still Will

Get out the way, I'm ready to play
I get your heads bobbin worse then when you step on the brakes

Gimme Gimme Someone, Witha Paira Buns Buns
Ima Getcha Spun Spun, We gun have some FUN FUN

Oh My God
I'm So Fly
I'm So Sick
I'm So Hot

Oh My God
I'm So Fly
I'm So Sick
And Your Not

Written by:
William Beasley

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