Sticks And Stones

Hoodie Allen

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    You won't hear me creepin' up on you...
    Hell No
    Yep, I bring out my chick out to Ibiza
    Just to grab a slice of pizza
    Put my CD in her speaker
    Yeah, it's really nice to meet ya
    Ain't no monstah, Ain't no creature
    I'm online, Ain't no creeper
    I'm a Thomson, I just beat ya
    Out my mind, so let me teach ya
    Just to beat the beat Thabeat
    Till we bag 'em up
    I live in a secret world like Alex Mack
    So you don't have to drag it up
    Writin' 'till there's noone left like Agatha
    Christie, pretend little Indian girls all miss me
    They build me up and fix me
    Throw me out like I'm a frisbee
    But my whole team got that distance
    And your whole team might be history
    So please show me all that money (money)
    Trying to feel up Nicki
    There's too many people biting
    And I told them I hate hickey's
    It's a mystery
    Who done done it?
    You are history
    Done done done with
    If you pitch me
    One one hundredth
    Then these other rappers done with
    Cause there's something in my stomach
    Call it guts, I call it dumb shit
    I keep all of these women in my room like they're punsished, yo
    It's hard to say what my future holds exactly
    But yeah, I gotta love my odds like a mathlete
    Oh yeah, I gotta love my odds as a black sheep
    The kid with no rap sheet but all I do is rap shit
    I'm first in class, a prodigy
    Orders at me, my mobb's so deep, I'm Prodigy
    Hitting me with stick and stones don't bother me
    I ignore the wannabe's cause honestly they're not what I would wanna be
    So part of me, please let me exit through the gift shop
    My motivation is never waiting for shit to pop
    Got some new friends, where they go when the hit stop
    Time's kinda funny, let me trap it in my wristwatch
    Watch
    Watch what's next
    Cable television, chicken pox, and stress
    Groupie love is kinda like obnoxious sex
    Cause I love myself and yeah, that's that
    So we can wait until we go and make it major league
    Celebratin' with people who are secretly hatin' me
    My neighbors, they just wave at me, they're nice, they are my favorite
    Peeps
    They never tell me keep the noise down when my neighbor sleeps
    Well, that's the hard labor, and I ain't into that
    So fuck money, I'm a put this on the internet
    Donde eres, tu girlfriend, she's in my bed
    Why isn't she with you? She isn't into that
    Uh, yeah, I'm bilingual
    So this is just a hot record, this is not a single
    Pop pop pop
    Mothafucka, I'm a Pringle
    Millionaire matchmaker, makin' ya'll mingle

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