Andy Milonakis – The Superbowl Is Gay Lyrics

The Super Bowl is gay
The super Bowl is gay
The super Bowl is gay
The Super Bowl, Super Bowl
Super Bowl is gay

The Raiders are gay
The Raiders are so fucking gay
Raiders are so fucking gay
The Raiders are gay

The Bucs are gay
The Bucs are also fucking gay
The Bucs are also fucking gay
The Bucs are also fucking gay
The Bucs are gay

Raiders, gay
The Bucs, gay
Super Bowl, gay
Everything else, gay
Water, gay
Cologne is gay
DVD Players are gay
DVDs are gay
Stray cats are gay
The sky is gay
It’s also sometimes grey
But it’s mostly gay
Cottage cheese is gay
Yogurt, gay
Shirts, gay
Vacuum cleaners, gay
Electronic devices, name all of them, are gay
Why are they so gay
Why is everything gay
KFC is gay
McDonalds is gay
McDonalds is gay
You must not misunderstand me when I say McDonalds is gay because it is so gay

Orange juice is gay
Orange juice gay
Orange Juice raped my father
So that makes him gay
So that you know Orange Juice is a male

Gay, gay, gay, gay, gay
I don’t want to play with you cause you’re gay
I don’t want to play with you cause you’re gay
Why don’t you go eat hay, you stupid gay
Why don’t you go eat KFC which I already told you is gay
That’ll make a nice gay couple
Because you’re eating KFC and you are so gay
Just like the chicken that you’re eating
Put on some calgone you faggot cause your gay
So is the calgone cause everything I know is gay that I know
Dollar Bills, gay
Coins, gay
Monitors are gay
Monitors are gay
Scanners are gay
Zip drives, gay
CD Burners, gay
CD burners are gay
They burn music from [?] cause they’re gay

Ay ay ay ay ay
I am not gay
I am not gay
I am not gay
I like girlies
I like girlies
But I like penis so I guess I’m gay
I guess I’m gay
I guess I’m gay, gay, gay, gay, gay, ga
We’re all gay

Wiley – Back With A Banger (Godfather Album)

[Hook]
Fire in my belly ’cause I’m back in the manor
I’ve spent my whole life there stacked in the manor
Yo, I’ve done a lot of tracks in the manor
E3, you can get the loud pack in the manor
I know gyal who are good and live normal
But I know gyal who are bad like Rihanna
Anybody wanna know what I’m doin’ right now
Go tell ’em that I’m back with a banger (Preditah)

[Verse 1]
Yo, yo, liquid flow
I fire like a MAC, it’s not a biscuit flow
E3 but I kill ’em with the Chrisp Street flow
DJs, spin the riddim, better mix me, though
Too clued-up, how you gonna trick me, bro?
Buy a lump, I don’t wanna tick three Os
Got the KFC, man have got the Dixy flow
They never break, you’ve never gotta fix these flows
I’m a K-I-N-G, the liquid flows
With the cracks in the concrete, I’m in them, bro
Yellow like a Simpson though, Bart Simpson flow
You know I’ve got that instant flow
Hello, hello, hi, liquid pro
See me in the club, killin’ off a liquid show
First measure, I tell my don pick these shows
‘Cause I wanna be in the club drinkin’, bro

[Hook]
Fire in my belly ’cause I’m back in the manor
I’ve spent my whole life there stacked in the manor
Yo, I’ve done a lot of tracks in the manor
E3, you can get the loud pack in the manor
I know gyal who are good and live normal
But I know gyal who are bad like Rihanna
Anybody wanna know what I’m doin’ right now
Go tell ’em that I’m back with a banger

[Verse 2]
Thinkin’ cap on
My flow’s what it’s like when you turn the tap on
You ever see me often you’re gonna see me back on
See me with white, might see me with black on
Ayy, man got the army Nike track on
I ain’t gonna bother nobody, I just crack on
Stack up, stack up, stack up, stack on
It’s my riddim the DJ wanna slap on
Step up, step in, watch everybody step out
I’m back on the Dizzee like when a man first set out
If you ain’t goin’ for the jugular then brudda, get out
Land and I do what I gotta do, then I jet out
Jet out, man, get out, the jets ain’t private
I’ll be in the aisle seats sittin’ in silence
Spit bars and the crowd go wild
When I look into the dance floor, it looks like violence

[Hook]
Fire in my belly ’cause I’m back in the manor
I’ve spent my whole life there stacked in the manor
Yo, I’ve done a lot of tracks in the manor
E3, you can get the loud pack in the manor
I know gyal who are good and live normal
But I know gyal who are bad like Rihanna
Anybody wanna know what I’m doin’ right now
Go tell ’em that I’m back with a banger

[Verse 3]
Backstage chillin’ in the dance with my dargs dem
None of them are fake, you can ask them
People who are lookin’ a hype, I walk past ’em
Dons could be richer or poor, I won’t class ’em
Dons could be ready for war, my bars spark ’em
My sound travels the seas, that’s why I part ’em
I can be foul, poisonous dart them
But the gyal dem wanna hype if I (uh)
It’s been a good year, couple wars, couple sick tunes
But now I’ve got a deal with a couple quick few
I will clash MCs, I will clash crews
You will know if you wanna try, the choice you choose
I will roll up on my ones and bring twos
In the war, I don’t get confused
You just get defused, nobody can’t snooze
I ain’t really got any points I wanna prove
But I gotta make a move

[Hook]
Fire in my belly ’cause I’m back in the manor
I’ve spent my whole life there stacked in the manor
Yo, I’ve done a lot of tracks in the manor
E3, you can get the loud pack in the manor
I know gyal who are good and live normal
But I know gyal who are bad like Rihanna
Anybody wanna know what I’m doin’ right now
Go tell ’em that I’m back with a banger
Fire in my belly ’cause I’m back in the manor
I’ve spent my whole life there stacked in the manor
Yo, I’ve done a lot of tracks in the manor
E3, you can get the loud pack in the manor
I know gyal who are good and live normal
But I know gyal who are bad like Rihanna
Anybody wanna know what I’m doin’ right now
Go tell ’em that I’m back with a banger

[Outro]
Boy Better Know
I’ve got the badboy flow
Yo
(Preditah)

Wiley – Back with a Banger Lyrics

[Hook]
Fire in my belly cause I’m back in the manor
I’ve spent my whole life there stacked in the manor
Yo, I’ve done a lot of tracks in the manor
E3, you can get the loud pack in the manor
I know gyal who are good and live normal
But I know gyal who are bad like Rihanna
Anybody wanna know what I’m doing right now
Go tell ’em that I’m back with a banger (Preditah)

[Verse 1]
Yo, yo, liquid flow
I fire like a MAC, it’s not a biscuit flow
E3 but I kill ’em with the Chrisp Street flow
DJs, spin the riddim better mix me, though
Too clued-up, how you gonna trick me, bro?
Buy a lump, I don’t wanna tick three Os
Got the KFC, man have got the Dixy flow
They never break, you’ve never gotta fix these flows
I’m a K-I-N-G, the liquid flows
With the cracks in the concrete, I’m in them, bro
Yellow like a Simpson though, Bart Simpson flow
You know I’ve got that instant flow
Hello, hello, hi, liquid pro
See me in the club, killing off a liquid show
First measure, I tell my don pick these shows
Cause I wanna be in the club drinking, bro

[Hook]
Fire in my belly cause I’m back in the manor
I’ve spent my whole life there stacked in the manor
Yo, I’ve done a lot of tracks in the manor
E3, you can get the loud pack in the manor
I know gyal who are good and live normal
But I know gyal who are bad like Rihanna
Anybody wanna know what I’m doing right now
Go tell ’em that I’m back with a banger

[Verse 2]
Thinking cap on
My flow’s what it’s like when you turn the tap on
You ever see me often you’re gonna see me back on
See me with white, might see me with black on
Ayy, man got the army Nike track on
I ain’t gonna bother nobody, I just crack on
Stack up, stack up, stack up, stack on
It’s my riddim the DJ wanna slap on
Step up, step in, watch everybody step out
I’m back on the Dizzee like when a man first set out
If you ain’t going for the jugular then brudda, get out
Land and I do what I gotta do, then I jet out
Jet out, man get out, the jets ain’t private
I’ll be in the aisle seats sitting in silence
Spit bars and the crowd go wild
When I look into the dance where it looks like violence

[Hook]
Fire in my belly cause I’m back in the manor
I’ve spent my whole life there stacked in the manor
Yo, I’ve done a lot of tracks in the manor
E3, you can get the loud pack in the manor
I know gyal who are good and live normal
But I know gyal who are bad like Rihanna
Anybody wanna know what I’m doing right now
Go tell ’em that I’m back with a banger

[Verse 3]
Backstage chilling in the dance with my dargs dem
None of them are fake, you can ask them
People who are looking a hype, I walk past them
Dons could be richer or poor, I won’t class them
Dons could be ready for war, my bars spark them
My sound travels the seas, that’s why I part them
I can be foul, poisonous dart them
But the gyal dem wanna hype if I (uh)
It’s been a good year, couple wars, couple sick tunes
But now I’ve got a deal with a couple quick few
I will clash MCs, I will clash crews
You will know if you wanna try the choice you choose
I will roll up on my ones and bring twos
In the war, I don’t get confused
You just get defused, nobody can’t snooze
I ain’t really got any points I wanna prove
But I gotta make a move

[Hook]
Fire in my belly cause I’m back in the manor
I’ve spent my whole life there stacked in the manor
Yo, I’ve done a lot of tracks in the manor
E3, you can get the loud pack in the manor
I know gyal who are good and live normal
But I know gyal who are bad like Rihanna
Anybody wanna know what I’m doing right now
Go tell ’em that I’m back with a banger

[Hook]
Fire in my belly cause I’m back in the manor
I’ve spent my whole life there stacked in the manor
Yo, I’ve done a lot of tracks in the manor
E3, you can get the loud pack in the manor
I know gyal who are good and live normal
But I know gyal who are bad like Rihanna
Anybody wanna know what I’m doing right now
Go tell ’em that I’m back with a banger

[Outro]
Boy Better Know
I’ve got the badboy flow
Yo
(Preditah)

LUPE FIASCO – Made In The USA lyrics

The American motherfucking dream nigga
Yeah!
On my shit nigga
Drogas, Drogas, Drogas
Where you from nigga?
Read the mothafuckin tag bitch
Salute the flag bitch

My Glock came from Savannah, Georgia
My AR-15 from California
My cocaine come from Arizona
My Detroit whip run quick like Forrest

Made in the U.S.A. (Made in the U.S.A.)
Made in the U.S.A. (Made in the U.S.A.)
Made in the U.S.A. (Made in the U.S.A.)
Made in the U.S.A. (Made in the U.S.A.)

Bad little bitch from Miami
Came from Cuba but here with family
When I speak that English she don’t understand me
‘Cause I speak I speak I speak that Spanish
On my shit

Made in the U.S.A. (Made in the U.S.A.)
Made in the U.S.A. (Made in the U.S.A.)
Made in the U.S.A. (Made in the U.S.A.)
Made in the U.S.A. (Made in the U.S.A.)

Ku Klux man from Indiana (Fuck them niggas)
Brought that shit from Alabama
Making it rain, give ’em Atlanta
Making it, making it rain, rain like New Orleans, Louisiana (Yeah!)
That gang shit came from Illinois
That bang shit came from Illinois
That murder rate in Illinois
‘Nother AR-15 that bitch that made in Illinois

Made in the U.S.A. (Made in the U.S.A.)
Made in the U.S.A. (Made in the U.S.A.)
Made in the U.S.A. (Made in the U.S.A.)
Made in the U.S.A. (Made in the U.S.A.)

That lean cup came from Houston, Texas
For the police was Ruthless Records
Black Panthers was moving breakfast
Bitch united state of mind got me shooting reckless
And I was like raised in that fuckin’ ghetto
Made in that fuckin’ ghetto
You ain’t where I’m from bitch
You ain’t on my fucking level
And the whole world want my swag
Bloods and Crips and shit all up in my flag
‘Cause it’s

Made in the U.S.A. (Made in the U.S.A.)
Made in the U.S.A. (Made in the U.S.A.)
Made in the U.S.A. (Made in the U.S.A.)
Made in the U.S.A. (Made in the U.S.A.)

All my heroes from Hollywood (Fuckin’ Hollywood)
Put Tony Montanas all in my hood (Chico)
This rap shit came from New York City (New York City, City)
My momma came from Mississippi (Momma, we made it)
?? my racks in D.C
Cheese steaks when I’m out in Philly
KFC is trying to kill me
Ridding around without a (feeling/filling?)
And I got ?? from every region
And I be speaking starts and stripes
And I be dreaming pledge allegiance, (bitch!)

Made in the U.S.A. (Made in the U.S.A.)
Made in the U.S.A. (Made in the U.S.A.)
Made in the U.S.A. (Made in the U.S.A.)
Made in the U.S.A. (Made in the U.S.A.)

All my Jordans come (from Portland/imported?)
You shop at a mall, I shop at (Oregon?)
Rest of that shit it ain’t important, (yeah!)