Song parody of
Moment of Silence
by Colt
Here's where you get creative! Use our cool song parody creator to make a totally new musical idea and lyrics for the Moment of Silence song by Colt.
Simply click on any word to get rhyming words suggestion to use instead of the original ones. You may also remove or alter entire lines if needed — when you're done save your work and share it with our community — have fun!
I be seeing people out here trying out "fake it till you make it" methods and it don't suit me
It's not my kind of fashion
I'm cut from a different fabric y'all old Gucci
Hammy downs, cop flea fits when you flee quick with the false Louie
Fake as hell chinatown jewelry
Fake ice, I don't fake nice imma always do me
Give a cold shoulder how I do to groupies
I'll rock chains when the times change and my profit charts look like mount Fuji
Nobody gon out do me
Get a clue hang around Scooby see how he Doo
Put you through just one ounce of all the work I do and you'd look goofy
I'm in the zone after pounds of doobies yo come and check it
Horse hanging from my necklace
Love a chick that keep me guessing
Hate a bitch that make me question anything about intentions
Shawty got me like a henchman cause I'm always providing protection
Feed into my melancholy
You keep me, you keep me unamused
Soon we'll be grievin everybody
Cause this like death of autotune
Need a moment of silence everytime I gotta kill another thought of you
Ladadada hey hey Imma do you how Sean Carter do
Some of y'all might take flight but most nosedive, kamikaze
All praises to the most high not me bitch God got me
In the past tense way back then I probably could've went pac 10
But without pens i'm blasé blasé
Heating up like a hot tomale
It's not banks from a long range I'm all net from the Sierra Madres
These sons of bitches know I fuck they mommy's
My biggest problem is a jealous papi coming up to pop me
Just because I get a bit too cocky
Beef with me so I can eat a patty even Pat Bev can't contest or block me, goddamn
You got faith well I got plans to get on the boards like Rodman
Billboard top 10
Being me is staying on brand
I'm bringing heat like a glock in my hot hand
Pop pop, I'm coming through if you got plots then I'm all in
Chips heavy on my shoulder, chips with a dip when the season over
Early June feel like October
My light shine when I'm all sober and when I'm lit imma lot colder
Been burning bread gotta pocket toaster
I want the love like Chief Sosa
Feed into my melancholy
You keep me, you keep me unamused
Soon we'll be grievin everybody
Cause this like death of autotune
Need a moment of silence everytime I gotta kill another thought of you
Ladadada hey hey Imma do you how Sean Carter do
I be seeing people out here trying out "fake it till you make it" methods and it don't suit me
It's not my kind of fashion
I'm cut from a different fabric y'all old Gucci
Hammy downs, cop flea fits when you flee quick with the false Louie
Fake as hell chinatown jewelry
Fake ice, I don't fake nice imma always do me
Give a cold shoulder how I do to groupies
I'll rock chains when the times change and my profit charts look like mount Fuji
Nobody gon out do me
Get a clue hang around Scooby see how he Doo
Put you through just one ounce of all the work I do and you'd look goofy
I'm in the zone after pounds of doobies yo come and check it
Horse hanging from my necklace
Love a chick that keep me guessing
Hate a bitch that make me question anything about intentions
Shawty got me like a henchman cause I'm always providing protection
Feed into my melancholy
You keep me, you keep me unamused
Soon we'll be grievin everybody
Cause this like death of autotune
Need a moment of silence everytime I gotta kill another thought of you
Ladadada hey hey Imma do you how Sean Carter do
Some of y'all might take flight but most nosedive, kamikaze
All praises to the most high not me bitch God got me
In the past tense way back then I probably could've went pac 10
But without pens i'm blasé blasé
Heating up like a hot tomale
It's not banks from a long range I'm all net from the Sierra Madres
These sons of bitches know I fuck they mommy's
My biggest problem is a jealous papi coming up to pop me
Just because I get a bit too cocky
Beef with me so I can eat a patty even Pat Bev can't contest or block me, goddamn
You got faith well I got plans to get on the boards like Rodman
Billboard top 10
Being me is staying on brand
I'm bringing heat like a glock in my hot hand
Pop pop, I'm coming through if you got plots then I'm all in
Chips heavy on my shoulder, chips with a dip when the season over
Early June feel like October
My light shine when I'm all sober and when I'm lit imma lot colder
Been burning bread gotta pocket toaster
I want the love like Chief Sosa
Feed into my melancholy
You keep me, you keep me unamused
Soon we'll be grievin everybody
Cause this like death of autotune
Need a moment of silence everytime I gotta kill another thought of you
Ladadada hey hey Imma do you how Sean Carter do
