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the burbs - mike oxlong lyrics

[chorus: robbie rube & mike oxlong]
in this f*cking rap game, we ain’t no half*steppin’ like big d kane
something you can’t keep in mind is packs of beer and candy canes
time to move out the burbs, motherf*ckah my plane is here right now
it’s time for yall to get out of my way
i live in a big house but give scary vibes like inside of a haunted mansion
we are no mascots, specimens, or a group of c hansen’s (ok, ok, ok)
but i’m moving out the burbs, time to pursue my passion (let’s get this sh*t)

[verse 1: mike oxlong]
slim tony is now officially my prey but i’m playing with my food
mike can turn on his bad instincts and become very rude
playing games this f*cking time, televised on steve’s family feud
man, mike got 4 b*tches asking about a code for the wifi
cooking beef and serving dead meat right now with my five guys
been doing heavy lifters day and night to age like fine wine
mike went back to the future with to his own timeline
mike is like nick cannon on drumline, you cleaning my basslines
we are next to joe biden in the rap news, worldwide headlines
mike just done already bought everyone the brand new iphone
make it through the living of a legend, talking facts with all my idols
abusive boyfriends lurking around, s*xual assault, grab the assault rifle
giving babies basic names, named by the baby mama, my name is michael
history of mike oxlong, out the burbs, f*ck that life cycle
throw the fake ones out the recycle (cheese!)
[chorus: robbie rube & k!ller ed]
in this f*cking rap game, we ain’t no half*steppin’ like big d kane
something you can’t keep in mind is packs of beer and candy canes
time to move out the burbs, motherf*ckah my plane is here right now
it’s time for yall to get out of my way
i live in a big house but give scary vibes like inside of a haunted mansion
we are no mascots, specimens, or a group of c hansen’s (k!ller ed on the beat)
but i’m moving out the burbs, time to pursue my passion (ride around the car!)

[verse 2: k!ller ed]
playing dubstep while i’m still in my days of rodeo
i ain’t used to seeing my girls boyfriends, thats the sh*t that i odio
take the lead and be the 13th one, i think i call antonio
material girls, but instead they all made of concrete
i’ma play high school motherf*ckin’ vibes like 21 jump street
krs is the one to say thats the sound of the police
some people got the fathers & sons but i did it without one
f*ck with the lion king, i bet yo class clown ass can’t clown one
thats it motherf*ckas, you motherf*ckas already the dumbest one
rappers are saying they f*cking and f*cking onto the std’s
pop a bright idea inside your brain just like some led’s
ed eddn and eddy, watching it with my special e to double d’s
k!ller ed hypes up special eds,not sorry for all of this commotion
didn’t see it coming but at least you got to notice
horrible confessions to murder like who wrote this
superbad even before 2007, the burbs giving out mclovin
the burbs wanna portray our act and i love it, so suck it
white heat, white heat, mike oxlong with the mothef*ckin’ white heat
i do the right thing to the place, love or hate spike lee
i will f*cking green goblin your career, bomb your whole village
smoke the green kush, popeye with the spinach
[chorus: robbie rube]
in this f*cking rap game, we ain’t no half*steppin’ like big d kane
something you can’t keep in mind is packs of beer and candy canes
time to move out the burbs, motherf*ckah my plane is here right now
it’s time for yall to get out of my way
i live in a big house but give scary vibes like inside of a haunted mansion
we are no mascots, specimens, or a group of c hansen’s
but i’m moving out the burbs, time to pursue my passion

[verse 3: robbie rube]
its time to pursue my f*cking passion
oh, no new friends in the industry plant, no that’s not gonna happen
i just passed up 21, but 2008 i will be the savage
oh sh*t, look at my f*cking jordans, already ceased
rocky on my hands, look i apollo creed them b*tches needs
robbie got a new choppa from the thing, suggest you die hard
battle arenas to arenas in msg, it’s nothing but a big ol’ backyard
mike was saying something bout mclovin, used to use them fake id cards
rubbing me the wrong way, wipe his identity the right way
funny, funny how f*cking 2 plus 2 equals four, foreplay
everyone died but i punch his sh*t in the jaw like he theo
f*ck going online on the xbox, so i took a trip to rio
leo dicaprio a scorpio but like me, he unfortunately not a leo
teenage ninja turtle is what the trio were as students
and even as of f*cking today, we converted back to mutants
shooting at the stars and hearts like i was one of the cupids
we moved out the burbs, well at least we got to do this (stupid!)
[chorus: robbie rube]
in this f*cking rap game, we ain’t no half*steppin’ like big d kane
something you can’t keep in mind is packs of beer and candy canes
time to move out the burbs, motherf*ckah my plane is here right now
it’s time for yall to get out of my way
i live in a big house but give scary vibes like inside of a haunted mansion
we are no mascots, specimens, or a group of c hansen’s
but i’m moving out the burbs, time to pursue my passion

[verse 4: mike oxlong]
ok, ok, one last call to the alcohol and the verse
mike been planning these brainwashed limp bizkit stans to move out the burbs
as you do pick up them phones and bottles, time to pick up my words
poisoning you with the lethal needle, male f*cking reaper nurse
time to put you to sleep, tell a story about how mike knocked you out
get my payback like jackie brown, the songs origins head back to james brown
been getting real freaky with miss stefani like f*cking no doubt
hittmans love me, telling mike to add tony to the list of takeout
i’m ryan, i prove myself to amy smart, we not only just two best friends
demons taking over worlds, if it comes, this is the end
mr. lonely in the birthdays and christmas eves, more money to spend
mixed feeling with some people, the shake is up, not every wise to blend
nutritious flower boys packing nothing but passion fruits
bishop made a boss level worth passing the juice
now and forever, it’s the rap sh*t, tell it i’ma be after you

[outro: k!ller ed]
k!ll this sh*t, b*tch!

- mike oxlong lyrics

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