Hair Shoes Eyebrows Part II by Radioinactive Lyrics
D Addorio
Sergio Tacchini
Lottos
Le Coq Sportif
And fucking tie beanies
New Balance and Troops
A challenge in hoops
A game of twenty-one
My name has many won
But if your dogs was busted
Then the girl’s disgusted
And if they was disgusted
Then your game was rusted
And your name encrusted
Just a lame-ass bussed kid
With no girl to french
And that’s an immense diss
Went to the store to buy some kicks
‘Cuz mine was rented
From the homie next door
Dreaming of scamming
With this fine-ass girl
With some shell-toe Adidas
That was white as a pearl
Allowance bank account was immature
I didn’t have the dollars
So I hung my head and had to go
To the Payless next door
Bought some cheap imitations
With four stripes instead of three
Back to the Foot Locker for the fat laces
And then home to watch TV
They looked okay to me
I strung the fat laces real flat and nicely
But no one seemed to like me
I went to Venice Beach
And some kid tried to fight me
I told him I knew tai chi
But he didn’t want to hear it
Spit a loogie in my face
Which was fucking with my spirit
Uprock to a shuffle to a windmill to headspin
Then up to a horse stance
And I kicked him in the intestine
He fell to the ground
Holding all up on his colon
Then I took his Pumas
So he would figure I had stole ‘em
Justice was served
Plus this little herb wore size five-and-a-half
I had to laugh
Before I went to buy some Red Hots
You know the candy
Replaced the Trax with the Pumas on my feet
And put the imitations
In a garbage can
That was handy
Then I went to the pizza stand
To buy myself some pizza
Eat a lot of candy
Like everyday was Easter
Heard that kid went on to jackin' kids for their Jordans
With a screwdriver as his tool of choice
Got locked up
Tried to take his life
By drinkin' poison and completely lost his voice
Moved to NY
Jackin’ messengers for bicycles
Eventually stabbed some poor kid with one pant leg pulled up
In the face with an icicle
And that ended his career
Now he’s getting’ jacked on the daily for his manhood by a buff ass queer
That’s enough ass here
‘Cuz the answers are many
Feelin’ lucky as fuck
Like I’m pickin’ up pennies
And when it comes to shoes
If I didn’t have any
I’d walk around barefoot
Always lookin’ in the mirror
Like I just got a haircut
Sergio Tacchini
Lottos
Le Coq Sportif
And fucking tie beanies
New Balance and Troops
A challenge in hoops
A game of twenty-one
My name has many won
But if your dogs was busted
Then the girl’s disgusted
And if they was disgusted
Then your game was rusted
And your name encrusted
Just a lame-ass bussed kid
With no girl to french
And that’s an immense diss
Went to the store to buy some kicks
‘Cuz mine was rented
From the homie next door
Dreaming of scamming
With this fine-ass girl
With some shell-toe Adidas
That was white as a pearl
Allowance bank account was immature
I didn’t have the dollars
So I hung my head and had to go
To the Payless next door
Bought some cheap imitations
With four stripes instead of three
Back to the Foot Locker for the fat laces
And then home to watch TV
They looked okay to me
I strung the fat laces real flat and nicely
But no one seemed to like me
I went to Venice Beach
And some kid tried to fight me
I told him I knew tai chi
But he didn’t want to hear it
Spit a loogie in my face
Which was fucking with my spirit
Uprock to a shuffle to a windmill to headspin
Then up to a horse stance
And I kicked him in the intestine
He fell to the ground
Holding all up on his colon
Then I took his Pumas
So he would figure I had stole ‘em
Justice was served
Plus this little herb wore size five-and-a-half
I had to laugh
Before I went to buy some Red Hots
You know the candy
Replaced the Trax with the Pumas on my feet
And put the imitations
In a garbage can
That was handy
Then I went to the pizza stand
To buy myself some pizza
Eat a lot of candy
Like everyday was Easter
Heard that kid went on to jackin' kids for their Jordans
With a screwdriver as his tool of choice
Got locked up
Tried to take his life
By drinkin' poison and completely lost his voice
Moved to NY
Jackin’ messengers for bicycles
Eventually stabbed some poor kid with one pant leg pulled up
In the face with an icicle
And that ended his career
Now he’s getting’ jacked on the daily for his manhood by a buff ass queer
That’s enough ass here
‘Cuz the answers are many
Feelin’ lucky as fuck
Like I’m pickin’ up pennies
And when it comes to shoes
If I didn’t have any
I’d walk around barefoot
Always lookin’ in the mirror
Like I just got a haircut