Thrift Shop (Cover)

By Notflow

On TeeJayFlow

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Hey macklemore, can we go thrift shopping?

NO!

(VERSE 1)

Actually the name's TeeJayFlow

Fuck macklemore he has to pay for his hoes

I don't even ask them they tell me where to go

Cause I lay it down like my raps drastic classic madness

Tactics filled with all of my baggage

Call me insect repellant I squish all the whack shit

Honestly I'm pissed cause this tracks distractin'

I don't got much money but I'm ready for some action

My passion has been infiltrated by madmen

They amass fans who are stupid and go platinum

Let's cut all the actin' I'm ready for the caption

(HOOK)

I'm gonna pop some tags

Only got twenty dollars in my pocket

I'm huntin', lookin' for a come up

This is fucking awesome

(VERSE 2)

Honestly

This tracks a waste of time

I need reasons to rhyme so I'm choosin' to define

How these lame whack shame crap songs get refined

And pumped out of a factory like they were made in china

This is just a reminder

How rap used to have heart but now it has vagina

You think you hard but I know you're a pariah

I'm the new age prophet call me Jeremiah

I just so happen to possess the maya

Call me messiah

Because I make you see things outside of dreams

Like your thoughts when your head's in pornographic magazines

Oh damn!

Did you forget I'm the man with the plan with less than a grand to my name

Such a shame how everybody that gets fame is lame

Nowadays now it pays to drop your soul on blades

You're not me why would I care if you get laid

You caused me so you should prepare for renegade

TeeJay bitch cause I'll put flares into your cage

When the NWO makes you their slave

I wasn't created or even made

I just got pissed and that paved the way

I wonder how it feels to get paid to say

A bunch of brainwashing shit to make kids enslaved

(HOOK)

I'm gonna pop some tags

Only got twenty dollars in my pocket

I'm huntin', lookin' for a come up

This is fucking awesome

I'm gonna pop some tags

Only got twenty dollars in my pocket

I'm huntin', lookin' for a come up

This is fucking awesome

(Interlude)

I mean, have you noticed?

Has no one noticed this?

The fact that

Stupid ass dances

And songs about bullshit are getting famous

(VERSE 3)

You think you can spit

Well all my shit's legit

Everything is writ

By my hand you buy lyrics like it's contraband

I'll slam you in the sand and disband command

You have over fake fucks stuck in your plan

I'm the man

Bitch

I'mma get my dick licked while I slit this bitch clit

With a several meter dick bitch

Must admit I like me a thick bitch

If she fat or skinny she's not realistic

Real lip stick stuck on my dick shit

Guess I gotta go take a shower

But if I really wanted to I'd get it any hour

Not a dime to my name but still a man in power

When it comes to lunch that pussy is devoured

Look at opposition laugh as they cower

Competition in my position is like composition missin' in the song you made a diss in

Call up my mistress

Cause my dick filled with distress

When I'm in her ass guaranteed she'll get stressed

Til I bust a nut all over her thick chest

Then tell her to clean up around my huge dick fest

Bitch!

(HOOK)

I'm gonna pop some tags

Only got twenty dollars in my pocket

I'm huntin', lookin' for a come up

This is fucking awesome

I wear your grand dad's clothes

I look incredible

I'm in this big ass coat from that thrift shop down the road

I wear your grand dad's clothes

I look incredible

I'm in this big ass coat from that thrift shop down the road

I'm gonna pop some tags

Only got twenty dollars in my pocket

I'm huntin', lookin' for a come up

This is fucking awesome

(VERSE 4)

Do you think less of me for tellin' the truth

The truth is brutal ain't it let me text you the proof

Used to have a closet that I used for a booth

No soundproofing so I guess that's my excuse

I get loose on a track like a pussy's abused

I drop nukes on a track like it wasn't defused

You want me on the track well sorry your verse lose

You punkass bitch shit ain't it past curfew

(OUTRO)

Who the fuck turned off the music?

Fuck it, keep it in there bitch!

I'm a loose cannon, Bruce Bannon!

Fuckin' glass cannon bitch

But ya'll can't see me

And ya'll can't be me

That's the worst part about it, bitches!