HOT SH!T 4EVA

By Multibird

On Xactly

Released on March 11, 2022

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Hot shit, foreva

Hot shit, oh! Alright

Hot shit foreva!

Woo, woo, woo

Hot shit, yeah! Foreva!

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Hot shit, foreva

Hot shit, oh! Alright

Hot shit foreva!

Woo, woo, woo

Hot shit, yeah! Foreva!

Yeah, yeah, yeah


This is not hip-hop

Who let that beat drop?

Who dropped the beat?

That wasn't me

I been making music since I was 3

Writing rhymes since I’s a teen

Day of LL, Fatboys, Run DMC

Later Public Enemy


Recorded my first demo, "Masters of the Universe" in a karaoke mall booth

Hadn't even got me last adult tooth yet

To tell the truth, pet

But that's youth, Brett

They grab ahold and do without a clue

Hot shit, hot shit

Hot shit, foreva

Hot shit, oh! Alright

Hot shit foreva!

Woo, woo, woo

Hot shit, yeah! Foreva!

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Hot shit, foreva

Hot shit, oh! Alright

Hot shit foreva!

Woo, woo, woo

Hot shit, yeah!


Yeah, yeah

When I get an A for thinking

It’s not like I did anything

I was like, "Kafoolduboppylee duffle

Kafoolduboppylee duffle!"

I said, "Kafoolduboppylee duffle"


They said, Hot shit, yeah"

I was like, "not hot yet"

I was just getting started

Building this mechanized heart of gold

Just wait till I'm old

That shit will unfold

Splendiferously bubbling with butterfly shoulders

And trousers of cloud unfurling

Like they plowed the sky with giant horse drawn jacuzzis on maximum spin

You win, my twin, let it begin, ain't no sin, just dive in, let it begin

You win, my twin, let it begin, ain't no sin, just dive in, let it begin, my friend

Hot shit, foreva

Hot shit, oh! Alright

Hot shit foreva!

Woo, woo, woo

Hot shit, yeah! Foreva!

Yeah, yeah, yeah


I'm seeing double

Troubled inside

Thoughts collide

A husband and bride

Full of narcissistic pride

How far is this ride?

I wanta get off

I hack and cough

I'm actin' rough

I puff my chest and raise my shoulders up

I ain't no pup, I am a dog

I poop a log

The bane of Paul Bunyan

The rain that made you run in

The pain that put your thumb in

Your mouth is always running

But not a word of it is cunning

It’s like drool from a fool

Forming a pool atop the Bunyan stool

I sometimes think it sounds like a muppet singing

"Kafoolduboppylee duffle, Kafoolduboppylee duffle!"

Hot shit, foreva

Hot shit, oh! Alright

Hot shit foreva!

Woo, woo, woo

Hot shit, yeah! Foreva!

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Hot shit, foreva

Hot shit, oh! Alright

Hot shit foreva!

Woo, woo, woo

Hot shit, yeah! Foreva!

Yeah, yeah, yeah