Thee Tom Hardy Always In Command Lyrics

[Chorus:]
Sargent baker started talking with a bullhorn in his hand,
He was cool, cool he was clear, he was always in command.

I'm always in command man!
I'm always in command even when I'm woozy, floozies,
Running into my room these,
Girls got flees, so I pass them off to Cousy.
Damnit it's a doozy it be wallet in my holster
Tom not stopping til he is on a Tiger B poster.
Oh word, you're rocking with 9th now?
Zip it!
We're bigger in Europe, than fish and chips and even cricket.
You wish that I would quit it,
And your ego's hurt,
You've got a right to your opinion like E-burts word.
Low, blow, get it dizzown!
I take your frizzown, and turned it over with my sizzound
I took your gizzirl, she said she wanted my damn dick out.
All in her Hershey Hawkins and Moochy Norris her coochie forest Oh, yeah! Back off in it,
Flying through the game, like Hardy was playing Qudditch
They feature me and send it, and censor me when I'm spittin'
But I'm staying with green magic, provided by mister spinach.

[Chorus:]
Sargent baker started talking with a bullhorn in his hand,
That was pretty good!
He was cool, he was clear, he was always in command.
You guys liked that verse.
You really gonna dig this it's groovy.

I make a man like Curt Captain, We murk fastest
Bizerk rappin gets attraction from these squirt baskets, You jerk bastards couldn't rap with my team,
The Academy geeks were undergrounder than burnt ashes,
Ahh, Ok I'm good at what I do,
Big Ole' dent on my car it's from my little ladies' shoe,
But I never make her blue like selsum we're hot,
Melting all through the ice braking it, making it with my crew.
Yeah, In Carolina we're super writers for Jamala.
Try supervising I'm confiscatin' your camera.
All my favorite rappers reside in Atlanta,
But I'm staying where I stay and I stay making these bangeras

[Chorus:]
Sargent Baker started talking with a bullhorn in his hand,
He was cool, he was clear, he was always in command.
This is really good.
The first two verses were good.

Holly shoot, I'm the truth and no need of the polygraph it,
The music business, is work with no room for lollygagging,
Unless she's part giraffe girl is gonna be probably gagging,
Two Betty Boops and me on a mattress it's body sandwich,
Oh, no!
Tom and 9th are working,
Green face cheesecake baking in the oving.
That is not a word, but you know what I am talking about,
We run routes, no walking like Stephen Hawkin.
Alert the masses, it's Hardy the Barbie fudger
Cause she don't wanna do it, she's thinking I'm gonna judge her.
Always in command, I'm the man how I do it,
We planned it in high school,
Green magic coming through Bitch