Lyrics:
words, sound like Revenge Of The Nerds
It's Kidz Bop tryna pass for Hip Hop, it's absurd
I bring doom in the room wit no kinda hope
Like Bud Dwyer when he
tonight they're eating thoughts and prayers
Racism, Misogyny, uhh, Kidz Bop
By that mean bopping kids, not the music albums
But the act of, uh, molesting
And now I'm lightyears ahead of those nightmares (Lord)
I deaded those night terrors when the night clears
And if I talk to Christ, can I bring my mother
And now I'm lightyears ahead of those nightmares (Lord)
I deaded those night terrors when the night clears
And if I talk to Christ, can I bring my mother
faces I'm a whore
Oh, trick or treat
I'm on elm street
I'm the one people have nightmares for
I'm being the reason people have nightmares
My best idea is
tell me who is worthy. Better grab some mits
Cause when I put you down there ain’t no coming back. There ain’t no gulag kid
I got my hand upon the wheel
He’s just watching
POC call PDD and now they just cappin
Bop bop bop bop
Did you hear that?
Bullets to my chest. Did you feel that
Family fake crying ,
me,
The night's here,
They on me,
In my head,
They on me,
In my nightmares,
They haunt me,
I won't let them,
Get the best of me,
Representing for,
having nightmares, Nightmares
I can’t even sleep cuz I’m Thinking bout you
I can’t sleep mama
Messing up my dreams mama
I don’t wanna sleep cuz I’m
cause it's a scary night
No Halloween
I'm seeing bodies in the street
I woke up to a nightmare I can't sleep
But this got to be a dream cause it's a scary
hitting
Who stay more hidden than me?
Beats I rip them with ease
Defecation in hibernation
I do this shit in my sleep
You want a bop?
Slide me the gwap
it's finna go up (Jesus)
A year done went by, her daughter just turned one (Lord)
And she's still dependent on her mom
Big brother in the streets, he
it's finna go up (Jesus)
A year done went by, her daughter just turned one (Lord)
And she's still dependent on her mom
Big brother in the streets, he
down by law and I know my way around
On 42nd Street, lookin' for some action
Women standing on the corner selling satisfaction
One young punk just
realised I was the king of the rhyme
I got on the microphone and what do you see huh!
The rest was my legacy
I was born to be the king of the be bop swing
realised I was the king of the rhyme
I got on the microphone and what do you see huh!
The rest was my legacy
I was born to be the king of the be bop swing
the rest was my legacy.
I was born to be the king of the be-bop swing,
To have stallions and medallions, big diamond rings.
I own a castle and a yacht, two
down by law and I know my way around
On 42nd Street, lookin' for some action
Women standing on the corner selling satisfaction
One young punk just
an inauguration
The coronation
Watch them hand me the Crown while you Bop to this
You should hear the crowd when they announce the kid
I done made hiphop my bitch
me swanging in a drop
Flying pass bops
I remember, being kids on the block
Pennies and my nickels, soon turned to a knot
I went from shooting
me swanging in a drop
Flying pass bops
I remember, being kids on the block
Pennies and my nickels, soon turned to a knot
I went from shooting
Huh, the rest was my legacy.
I was born to be the king of the be-bop swing,
To have stallions and medallions, big diamond rings.
I own a castle
Most of my guys they envy me
Cuz I got something they can't just leach
Nah
Cut em off just like OJ glove too small
Raised in the streets it's cold
just how I rock
Sipping on lean that wock
Been around the block
Streets just not my bop
Soon be at the top
Niggas they pray I flop
I hit all her spots
Do
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