Potholderz Feat. Count Bass D - MF Doom Hot sh*t aww sh*t
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Hot sh*t aww sh*t I strive to be humble lest I stumble Never sold a jumbo or copped chicken with its mumbo sauce
Tyson is a fowl holocaust Hitler gassed your whole head up with poultry I'm fed up Ignore cordon bleu stand up get up Lunge for your knife don't forget your potholders
Hot sh*t What these old things About to throw them away With the gold rings that make 'em don't fit like OJ
Usually I take them off with Oil of Olay
MCs is crabs in a barrel pass the Old Bay Hot as hell and it's a cold day innit
Working on a way that we can roll away tinted
Some say the price of holding heat is often too high You either be in a coffin or you be the new guy
The one that's too fly to eat shoo pie Never too busy When it comes down to you and I Swear to God A lot of niggas wish to die They need to hold they horses there's bigger fish to fry You're on the list if not pick a number spot Ten and a half Timbs is made to kick your bumba claat claat
Coulda had a V-8 F-150 quad cab but I'll be straight Money comes and goes like that two bit Hussy that night that tried to rush me Dwight pass the dutchie So I can calm down so they don't get it twisted Take it from the fire side it won't get blistered Got it what happened Oh it's not lit
These metal fingers be holding hot sh*t When I was four I penned God Was Born In New York Back in '77 still got nan in the crescent yep The effervescence of God's presence is thick Unlike vapor Esther Rolle extra raw word to the baker Peace to the hard workin' gingerbread makers Looked her up and down said hmm too much makeup Poor music taste ten years from being grown up Rappers don't blow up heads do aww sh*t
My name is Dwight Spitz I'mma Sonic addict I use to think it was merely a nagging habit
Born under a bad sign
I'm serious about this curse of mine I strive to flip it into fine wine Barely born a Virgo is what the stars said
Black not white red all over though like Elmo Twenty-eight years have passed I feel I'm peaking I make music every weekend
It's a chore a fact of life A labor of love I get mad love but I detest the labor And it's wages you know death I'm servin' life on this gift of God
Don't forget your potholders my niggas
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It's a chore a fact of life A labor of love I get mad love but I detest the labor And it's wages you know death I'm servin' life on this gift of God