Home Phone by Sherman Lurch Lyrics
[Intro]
The tempo for this song is 169
[Verse 1]
Oh look there he goes again, dope rhymes like some heroin
I'm going savage like a fox, and this beat's looking like a hen
It's Sherman the cracker, or Sherman the natural
Bitches hating L i n u s and I because there is a lack of us
The realest homies in music, we haven't won, but not losing
We were just some unarmed bombs but weak shit made us light our fuses
Blowing up the game like sad bitches do to your phone
Don't let your main squeeze see it, or you're mainly squeezing it alone
You know I like this rapping shit, I'm starting to get the knack of it
My mom told me to clean it up but i'm not fucking immaculate
Glad that I'm participating, happy with the rhymes I'm making
I'm chilling with L i n u s now, to hell with Thomas Fagan
Starting to get nasty, you know i'm always sassy
I'm not that bad of a guy when I have a good time actually
So please don't harass me, I don't wanna get aggressive
I am just a peaceful artist but my fists might become expressive
[Verse 2]
I've just been chilling with rhymes that were written
But I have not yet spit, yo Thompson why can't you get with it?
It's not like I need help, i've been doing fine by myself
That's why I'm drinking by myself, that whiskey from the bottom shelf
You know I'm an alcoholic, it's a problem not worth solving
Financially I'm not to solvent, but my flow has beats dissolving
Is my chemistry absurd? Nah, just call me Heisen-Sherms
You can take my word. I'm the shit just like a turd
A metaphor, don't know it. Sorry I'm not a good poet
But the way that I am flowing, I'll be great before you know it
Maybe not that historic, but hotter than daddy bear's porridge
And I am no longer dormant, I'm in the end-zone and I'm scoring
But I ain't Eric Decker, I go-go-gadget inspector
Stay on point like a vector, but my direction is all messed up
No-one will take me serious unless I'm on rap genius
People please believe in this, you're starting to make me furious
[Verse 3]
Back to the flow you know, before we get out of control
Just like the psychotic mindset of a rabid carnivore
Snappy angry alligator, I think I will smoke more later
Get high as heaven and pass the bong to my savior
Jesus guys, cut me slack. I just wanted to see if he'd match
But he just glared at me and said, "Sherman you are really wack
You stupid chap. You're a giant loser and a stoner."
"Well alrighty then, I guess my rap career is over."
The tempo for this song is 169
[Verse 1]
Oh look there he goes again, dope rhymes like some heroin
I'm going savage like a fox, and this beat's looking like a hen
It's Sherman the cracker, or Sherman the natural
Bitches hating L i n u s and I because there is a lack of us
The realest homies in music, we haven't won, but not losing
We were just some unarmed bombs but weak shit made us light our fuses
Blowing up the game like sad bitches do to your phone
Don't let your main squeeze see it, or you're mainly squeezing it alone
You know I like this rapping shit, I'm starting to get the knack of it
My mom told me to clean it up but i'm not fucking immaculate
Glad that I'm participating, happy with the rhymes I'm making
I'm chilling with L i n u s now, to hell with Thomas Fagan
Starting to get nasty, you know i'm always sassy
I'm not that bad of a guy when I have a good time actually
So please don't harass me, I don't wanna get aggressive
I am just a peaceful artist but my fists might become expressive
[Verse 2]
I've just been chilling with rhymes that were written
But I have not yet spit, yo Thompson why can't you get with it?
It's not like I need help, i've been doing fine by myself
That's why I'm drinking by myself, that whiskey from the bottom shelf
You know I'm an alcoholic, it's a problem not worth solving
Financially I'm not to solvent, but my flow has beats dissolving
Is my chemistry absurd? Nah, just call me Heisen-Sherms
You can take my word. I'm the shit just like a turd
A metaphor, don't know it. Sorry I'm not a good poet
But the way that I am flowing, I'll be great before you know it
Maybe not that historic, but hotter than daddy bear's porridge
And I am no longer dormant, I'm in the end-zone and I'm scoring
But I ain't Eric Decker, I go-go-gadget inspector
Stay on point like a vector, but my direction is all messed up
No-one will take me serious unless I'm on rap genius
People please believe in this, you're starting to make me furious
[Verse 3]
Back to the flow you know, before we get out of control
Just like the psychotic mindset of a rabid carnivore
Snappy angry alligator, I think I will smoke more later
Get high as heaven and pass the bong to my savior
Jesus guys, cut me slack. I just wanted to see if he'd match
But he just glared at me and said, "Sherman you are really wack
You stupid chap. You're a giant loser and a stoner."
"Well alrighty then, I guess my rap career is over."