The Oracle (Diss Sb) Songtext
von Statement

Yo, pass that shit Nero!
It′s your boy One Shot. What's the deal? Let′s go
They call me Mr. Statement. I went to the Bellagio, the G.I. Joe went off on his own. You're the real Frank the Tank?
Meet Mr. Willy Bank, he sealed the deal with ten cents to his name. Sign the affidavit or else. So what I do? I came back with the crank and took both his legs off. Ha ha ha ha! We started experimenting with LSDs, bees, and trees. Have another one of these. We all thankfully agreed to disagree. Tar ball the whole block, Mr. Cosmonaut, you're a real juggernaut
Just let go of your jock
′cause I am strapped, I wasn′t touching the jock I got a tracksuit on, I got you running for days, this is the milky, milky way. Say it again, H-E-L-L-O, you need to let go
Sort of on the side, say hello to the new block, everyone's a beggar and so are you. When I get through with you, shoe program
Twenty-three hour lockdown, as the plot thickens. Yo, you need to check the mic, it′s got acid on from last night. Oh my bad, I owe you! I thought I was running, it turns out I am merely even walking. Thanks a lot for giving me a heads up. It's a struggle when you get caught juggling the gobble
Have no fear, the lady is a rider, ride or die
She does whatever to find herself down the hatchet, ′cause you need to match it. Coming from the guy who can't even do a backspin, I do a tailspin with twenty-two hands. So put back on your G-thong, this is the thong song