He's A Bird, He's A Plane Lyrics - Time Is Money - South Park

First verse (spm): 

The dopehouse, got it snowin' in the summer 

Drug runner, fuck the "i'ma gonna wanna" 

Fast learner, attack like piranhas 

My next big hit's called "hubba, hubba, hubba" 

I smoke her 'cause I love her 

Bought a danny glover 

Now I'm burnin' rubber in somebody baby mother 

From the gutter diggin' in your trash can 

Fuckin' with my niggas it'll be your last dance 

I came up off the cut, buyin' 'lacs and trophy trucks 

The only thing I sell is submersible products 

My all-white chucks turn a man into dust 

You wanna meet the devil, ha? you in a bad rush 

I'ma keep a smile, I was born the crack child 

Got the rap game shinin' up my reptiles 

Make your ears ring when I sting like a scorpion 

Pronounce him dead by four p.m. 

Call me los kevorkian 

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Chorus (ayana m.): 

Some do it for the money and fame 

He just don't wanna sell no more 'cane 

Now his flow is a beautiful thing 

S-p-m, he's a bird, he's a plane 

(2x) 

Second verse (spm): 

In hillwood, we didn't have many choices 

I'm hearin' noises, outside I hear voices 

The coys is a family who didn't have much 

Except the love of a single mother's touch 

The lust of money, had me slangin' cane and weed 

I was first on the block, and last to leave 

Feel the rain as it falls on this, tricky game 

Breakin' cane, clear your sinuses, like liquid dran... 

Lift my name against my pain is used 

To entertain, a simple thing in every city seems like... 

Shit's the same 

Born loser, v-12 cruiser 

I opened up a store for the common drug user 

Thirty-six eggs, come from one chicken 

Some of you ain't livin', fuckin' with the unforgiven 

I'm wishin' I could hug those dead or in prison 

They go to jail or hell just because it's free admission 

Man! 

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Chorus 

Third verse (spm): 

Five on the dot when I hit the crack spot 

Thirty slab rocks in a little matchbox 

Hoe ass cops hit the cut around seven 

Got a fiend on the pipe, and arrested him for resin 

Fuckin' pigs want me so bad, they can taste it 

But you bitches gonna have to settle for a basehead 

'cause I don't slip, broke quicker than a ship 

Wrap a platinum hit, make the police captain sick 

Backstreet legends, the world feel my prescence 

I'm the first man to touch it when the dope gets to texas 

You can keep the lexus 'cause I bought two benzes 

On the microphone I broke you off with one sentence 

Stay aware for what's out there, I smell hate all in the air 

They asked me what my race was, I told them it was player 

A very rare breed, almost extinct 

The way I walk, the way I think, 

The shit I wear, the shit I drink, 

The way I stink, I smell like fruity hydroponic 

When haters see my car, they turn around and vomit 

I'm loco, fuck any player hatin' punto 

You ain't got no love for me? I ain't got no love tan poco 

Chorus