Salma Hayek Lyrics - Atmosphere

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And you write 

And you write 

And you write 

And you write 

And you write 

And you write 

And you write 

And you write 

And you write 

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I'm Joe Piscopo 

I'm an original 

But the kids don't know 

I was spitting flows before flip phones 

Back when it wasn't cool to rap about sniffing coke 

And you right 

It might be a shit show 

But you ain't fuckin with this, bro 

Your WiFi got no signal 

Fifi sucking on my biggest toe 

And now I'm all up 

On her money in the middle 

And I don't even have to disrobe 

I keep my boxers on 

And use the dick hole 

Roll the window down 

And feel the wind blow 

Mama in the back of the Honda 

Getting hot as a disco 

I'm sicker than a goldfish 

Swimming in a fishbowl full of Crisco 

Yo, it's officially official 

You better get your tickets if we hitting your zip code 

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I'm Selma Hayek 

On the Mississippi River 

In a stolen kayak 

Live fast like my life's in a time lapse 

I'm so fly 

I'm attracted to fly traps 

Get your mind out the trash 

Or at least you should line it with a bag 

Tie it up to keep the lye bacteria gagged 

To a minimal stack, it's a fixable flat 

A sideline will get you sidetracked 

Put it up if you feel like a blind rat 

Just trying to climb out of a wine glass 

We under attack 

But not allowed to fight back, right? 

You not about to fight back, right? 

We might strike combat if it's time for that 

After I take my IQ test 

On this iPad app 

In the eye rock on the way to the IHOP 

With your high ass 

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I'm Herbie Hancock 

I rock it 

I'm not a prophet 

I'm not not for profit, nah 

I don't stop, I'm the opposite 

I'm on my Spock shit 

Trying to live long and prosperous 

Excuse me for trying to be modest 

But ooey, I feel kinda marvelous 

It's obvious that these socks fit 

So I'ma stomp around the block 

Like the goddamn apocalypse 

Preceded by a stampede 

Of fire-breathing rhinoceroses 

The promise of awesomeness 

Not a problem 

It's not a conflict 

Party on the rock bottom 

In a lake of toxins 

And if you ain't starving 

Then change the topic 

Ain't nothing left to say about it 

You eating dirt 

'Cause you like it 

And dirt from the graveyard 

You put gravy on it 

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