Prologue by Ethan Torrance Lyrics
Startin off with a bang
Not a bop whatta shame
Just bought a plot of land in the middle of the game
Cost a lot for some fame
Had to keep the image tame
Shrekmaster used to be the name
For ten years as I worked with kids at camp reffin ballgames
Now I’m talking bout taking shrooms
When me and Jacqui buy an apartment we got a Red Room
Not for sex
For my enemies to go after I crack their fucking necks
Stashin packs of off the rack Tommy boxers box is checked
Papers filled
Your little dog's only thing thats not getting killed
Ethan Torrance
Afflicting with the rigormortis
Too late to even call a coroner
You tortoise
My body mass fucking ginormous
You Jack I’m not the Giant
I’m the fucking Beanstalk
Ain’t got the key to my city yet but I got the game on lock
I ain’t on a line
I could spit some pop
Get a number one hit and then chill out on the dock
I don’t know what the fuck I got in stock
Longevity is longer than my cock
Jacqui said I gotta stop rapping bout my dick
I agreed
Then I wrote that dumb fucking bar
What a Cop Out like I’m Kevin Smith
Wrote myself off track but I’m never off course
Marriage in the future
Fuck no to a divorce
Word to Chance
I love my future wife
Just like rapping gotta keep up with sugar and spice
Eyes low in a casino rolling on the dice
Boil everybody like a fucking bag of rice
You would think I’m too nice
Not quite
I'm the epitome of my generation
Getting hate for that line yes I’ll give some reperations
Time traveller said theres thousands of mini me’s
Better then some cock gobbling pimple throbbing mumble bitch
Unappealing just like popping a zit
Oh shit This is a flex track and it’s time for me to spit
Not a sonnet epic poem ballad or a limerick
And not something the dentist says to me after I swallow shit
Spit in the face of adversity
I meant advisory
I don’t care if a parent whips their kids heiny
For buying this
I mean streaming this
I ain’t get a fucking cent
Not a dollar nickel dime or a toonie
Too loco and I'm way too loonie
Word to Eminem, Ha ha sue me
Sue Sylvester's in my wrestling corner
It’s a Hollywood Game Night when I rip mics and start fights
Brings me glee to incite
A riot, fuck going on another diet
I just tell the voices in my head to keep quiet
Am I Teddy Daniels or Andrew Ladeiss
Whichever one makes you people go and buy the latest
I wanna be debated and even hated
Constantly opinionated
Have I been fated to the greatest or simply just a mistake
In the constant stream of lyrics and bass lines for everyone only
Or is everything I’m saying soon to be gone like Shomi
I would rather throw me
Off the roof of a fucking tower
Then be forced to keep my mouth shut and just cower
These punk fucks and pussies been getting so pushy
Cover up their thoughts so I know that they bushy
Word to Yeezy you can't tell me nothing
Fuck you up worse than Coby’s car concussion
Yeah I’m giving real facts thats something
Tablecloth glued down, this table like nothing fucking off it
So If you wanna hear me talk about getting fucking lit
The OJ Simpson of Rap oh watch me accquit
Then go drive off a bridge and just quit
I ain’t here to make jokes dawg this is it
This my fucking life, my family, friends, my balls
Putting everything on the line I ain't taking no more calls
To all my extended family I know that you’ll be mad at me
For spewing this profanity and causing calamity
You ain’t got to be a fan of me
That’s the bottom line now I said my piece
I’m a full fledged rapper now, aight' kapesh
Done with this beat babygirl can you massage my feet
I’m drinking a Pina Colada and smoking that hashish
Until I get back in the fucking lab
And begin picking off these scabs
You goddamn right I’m mad
Are you glad?
Not a bop whatta shame
Just bought a plot of land in the middle of the game
Cost a lot for some fame
Had to keep the image tame
Shrekmaster used to be the name
For ten years as I worked with kids at camp reffin ballgames
Now I’m talking bout taking shrooms
When me and Jacqui buy an apartment we got a Red Room
Not for sex
For my enemies to go after I crack their fucking necks
Stashin packs of off the rack Tommy boxers box is checked
Papers filled
Your little dog's only thing thats not getting killed
Ethan Torrance
Afflicting with the rigormortis
Too late to even call a coroner
You tortoise
My body mass fucking ginormous
You Jack I’m not the Giant
I’m the fucking Beanstalk
Ain’t got the key to my city yet but I got the game on lock
I ain’t on a line
I could spit some pop
Get a number one hit and then chill out on the dock
I don’t know what the fuck I got in stock
Longevity is longer than my cock
Jacqui said I gotta stop rapping bout my dick
I agreed
Then I wrote that dumb fucking bar
What a Cop Out like I’m Kevin Smith
Wrote myself off track but I’m never off course
Marriage in the future
Fuck no to a divorce
Word to Chance
I love my future wife
Just like rapping gotta keep up with sugar and spice
Eyes low in a casino rolling on the dice
Boil everybody like a fucking bag of rice
You would think I’m too nice
Not quite
I'm the epitome of my generation
Getting hate for that line yes I’ll give some reperations
Time traveller said theres thousands of mini me’s
Better then some cock gobbling pimple throbbing mumble bitch
Unappealing just like popping a zit
Oh shit This is a flex track and it’s time for me to spit
Not a sonnet epic poem ballad or a limerick
And not something the dentist says to me after I swallow shit
Spit in the face of adversity
I meant advisory
I don’t care if a parent whips their kids heiny
For buying this
I mean streaming this
I ain’t get a fucking cent
Not a dollar nickel dime or a toonie
Too loco and I'm way too loonie
Word to Eminem, Ha ha sue me
Sue Sylvester's in my wrestling corner
It’s a Hollywood Game Night when I rip mics and start fights
Brings me glee to incite
A riot, fuck going on another diet
I just tell the voices in my head to keep quiet
Am I Teddy Daniels or Andrew Ladeiss
Whichever one makes you people go and buy the latest
I wanna be debated and even hated
Constantly opinionated
Have I been fated to the greatest or simply just a mistake
In the constant stream of lyrics and bass lines for everyone only
Or is everything I’m saying soon to be gone like Shomi
I would rather throw me
Off the roof of a fucking tower
Then be forced to keep my mouth shut and just cower
These punk fucks and pussies been getting so pushy
Cover up their thoughts so I know that they bushy
Word to Yeezy you can't tell me nothing
Fuck you up worse than Coby’s car concussion
Yeah I’m giving real facts thats something
Tablecloth glued down, this table like nothing fucking off it
So If you wanna hear me talk about getting fucking lit
The OJ Simpson of Rap oh watch me accquit
Then go drive off a bridge and just quit
I ain’t here to make jokes dawg this is it
This my fucking life, my family, friends, my balls
Putting everything on the line I ain't taking no more calls
To all my extended family I know that you’ll be mad at me
For spewing this profanity and causing calamity
You ain’t got to be a fan of me
That’s the bottom line now I said my piece
I’m a full fledged rapper now, aight' kapesh
Done with this beat babygirl can you massage my feet
I’m drinking a Pina Colada and smoking that hashish
Until I get back in the fucking lab
And begin picking off these scabs
You goddamn right I’m mad
Are you glad?