Rick Flare Songtext
von The Constructus Corporation
Rick Flare Songtext
The Constructus Corporation
Meet Ric Flair, self-made millionaire (Uh, uh-huh)
Eccentric, the bester extraordinaire, yeah
That′s right, hi there
Meet Ric Flair, self-made millionaire (Uh)
Eccentric, the bester extraordinaire, yeah
Uh
They be like what's that distant rumbling?
Guess who′s coming through thundering?
Back on the scene, rocking this black comedy for you little underlings
A fully plausible mimic as a disposable gimmick
Calypso's manipulative portable lyric
That gets all up in your shit like a grudge
When I speak, I'm faking ten sentences like a judge
Don′t mess around, nobody can hold me back
I′m gonna blow up in your face like a faulty gat
Come on, girl, let me see you work that
Booty to the beat like a salty crack
We here to motivate, there's no debate
You′re overweight, MCs sound silly
Trumpets sound, walls come tumbling down
'Cause the Ric Flair′s so skinny
What you doing, man? You released a ghost
You're company to parasites, feed the host
Now you want me to stop, but fuck it, I love it
Open the cupboard, hop in the cupboard and bump on within
All over you like skin, so you′re confident you're gonna win?
Fuck yeah, know that Ric definitely got flair
He may be sick, but definitely not scared
Meet Ric Flair, self-made millionaire (Uh, uh-huh)
Eccentric, the bester extraordinaire, yeah
That's right, hi there
Meet Ric Flair, self-made millionaire
Like a rejuvenating seven-day detox plan for relieving constipation
Call me the immortal, penetrating mystery and revealing transformation
My super size got me popping all kinds of unexpected shit
Even bringing out my plaything
′Cause now I′m looking back on what just happened
Wide-eyed, telling myself, "This fucking amazing"
You don't wanna battle with this hyposomatic ill one
Excuse me if I look a little removed
That′s not me looking out, biting above my hands
And thinking 'bout what I′m gonna do to you
I'm gonna hold this, spitting that cool shit
On that fun slide, sideboarding these Pokémon kitties
Overturning my standard period of bullshit
Like from Saigon to Ho Chi Minh City
I got millions of mindless minions plugged into my music
Like Van Goghs on my dick, oh
But you′re not listening
Ric Flair's the pimping of gold shits
From inside my infinite triple fortress
Fucking with all sorts of raucous forces
Some of these niggas follow me, follow me, gorgeous
Who's that guy?
Ric Flair
Wow
I guess we′re in some kind of a circus
I don′t know
Meet Ric Flair, self-made millionaire (Uh, uh-huh)
Eccentric, the bester extraordinaire, yeah
That′s right, hi there
Meet Ric Flair, self-made millionaire (Uh)
Eccentric, the bester extraordinaire, yeah
Uh
They be like what's that distant rumbling?
Guess who′s coming through thundering?
Back on the scene, rocking this black comedy for you little underlings
A fully plausible mimic as a disposable gimmick
Calypso's manipulative portable lyric
That gets all up in your shit like a grudge
When I speak, I'm faking ten sentences like a judge
Don′t mess around, nobody can hold me back
I′m gonna blow up in your face like a faulty gat
Come on, girl, let me see you work that
Booty to the beat like a salty crack
We here to motivate, there's no debate
You′re overweight, MCs sound silly
Trumpets sound, walls come tumbling down
'Cause the Ric Flair′s so skinny
What you doing, man? You released a ghost
You're company to parasites, feed the host
Now you want me to stop, but fuck it, I love it
Open the cupboard, hop in the cupboard and bump on within
All over you like skin, so you′re confident you're gonna win?
Fuck yeah, know that Ric definitely got flair
He may be sick, but definitely not scared
Meet Ric Flair, self-made millionaire (Uh, uh-huh)
Eccentric, the bester extraordinaire, yeah
That's right, hi there
Meet Ric Flair, self-made millionaire
Like a rejuvenating seven-day detox plan for relieving constipation
Call me the immortal, penetrating mystery and revealing transformation
My super size got me popping all kinds of unexpected shit
Even bringing out my plaything
′Cause now I′m looking back on what just happened
Wide-eyed, telling myself, "This fucking amazing"
You don't wanna battle with this hyposomatic ill one
Excuse me if I look a little removed
That′s not me looking out, biting above my hands
And thinking 'bout what I′m gonna do to you
I'm gonna hold this, spitting that cool shit
On that fun slide, sideboarding these Pokémon kitties
Overturning my standard period of bullshit
Like from Saigon to Ho Chi Minh City
I got millions of mindless minions plugged into my music
Like Van Goghs on my dick, oh
But you′re not listening
Ric Flair's the pimping of gold shits
From inside my infinite triple fortress
Fucking with all sorts of raucous forces
Some of these niggas follow me, follow me, gorgeous
Who's that guy?
Ric Flair
Wow
I guess we′re in some kind of a circus
I don′t know
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