Change The Beat (bonus Track) Lyrics

They on the opposition to his ass wack tax bill

But will it pass the senate? Slum lord tenant

And super like 1-A, have a fun stay

One day, he plan to put in a runway

With enough land for his own projects and gun play

Section 8 penthouse, maid look like Faye Dunaway

Alotta y'all assed out like gay runaways

It's how they say 'semi-risque'

All day everyday, give out Emmy's the quick way

Have the average mc say, 'Gimme a sick day!'

They really ain't got shit to say like Timmy McVeigh

Get a hunch, a real rag tag bunch

In school, he kept a doo rag in his bag lunch

Just to eat heads on some breakdance shit and spit

He ripped this skit in sanscript

If the pants fit, sport 'em but rock 'em low

Your man like Rollo on the slow, can't knock it though

It's like the same hustle bro, two knuckles glow

Tucked in Le Tigre, just let the name buckle show

Good googly moogly, see that loogie?

Yeah, but keep it on the D.L. Hughley

You don't watch her, he might Houser like Doogie

Just to cut her loosie like *swoosh* Mitsurugi

Gooey gum drops, who he got his style from?

His pops, you gotta give the bum some props

Ask ya sister, her beat box is more thicker

Doom, that nigga detox with malt liquor

Villain for hire, admire the sound

Make sure The Price Is Right before he come on down!

Rappers be on some, 'You you you!'

Forgot who they talking too, too much pork stew They need to not come out with nothing new

Blew the whole shit up on some, 'What this button do?'

Doom cheat the game like walk-thru

Run 'em, son 'em like Mr. Rourke do Tattoo

The way alotta clowns get down is unnatural

This flow flip like oranges, apples

Rhymes like limes to a Lemonade Snapple

Leave her at the chapel, don't eat Scrapple

First thing they notice when they come to is they bling
is gone

Then they start remembering the Klingon with the rings
on

In came the Villain with their own gear like, 'Hi,
there'

Y'all play the rear, this whole year MY year

Metal face beard like Brillo pad

Y'all know his steelo so don't feel so bad

Seed call him, 'Ol' dad,' the one the ol' hoe had

Knew he was a winner since a swimmer in the gonads

Okay pal, pay him like Paypal

So we could be A-OK not OK Corral

I think today I'll make the ladies say, 'Ow'

And maybe f*ck around take a bow, now

Who made his first mill and still carry razor blades

Used to be straight A's and still made the grade

Retarded ass, how he get cash so fast

Year after last, left back in the retarded class

Shoulda went to Boces

Watch him all closely, who he think he supposed to be

Villain who always win, at least he stay consistent

Find out where that bitch went, get a room pitch a tent

Yo yo, Max, yo change the beat yo

You got another one ... nah yo

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