Ate some beans n shat my pants. Jiggle that booty so it hits the fans. I wanna see your cankles flap in the breeze, Do a 360, pushin wind with ease. got no master, she do as she sees, her only fans are Stans of sleaze. Hummer in that mouth, wanna see you say cheese. Eyes on me, see me laugh and sneeze. This smell so toxic, this smell so mean. They ask me why, they beg me please. They ask me why, they beg me please. Why?-why?-why-why? Why?-why?-why-why? BECAAAAWWWZ I ATE SOME BEANS N SHAT MA PANTS! YEEEEEEEEEAAH I ATE SOME BEANS N SHAT MA PANTS! WHATCHUSAAAY? I SAYYYYYY WHATCHU, WATCHU. WATCHU, CHU ,CHU SAY, SAY, OOOOOH, SAY, SAY, SAY? I ATE SOME BEANS N SHAT MA PANTS! THAT BE WHAT I SAYYY I ATE SOME BEANS N SHAT MA PANTS! THAT BE MY OWN WAYYY They ask me why, they beg me please. They ask me why, they beg me please. Why?-why?-why-why? Please-please-please-please. Yeah you know how we do, what whaaaaat! Yeah you know we don't play, nuuuh uuuuh! We gon' make some cake, yuuuum huuuuh! But it might not taste to great, waait whyyy? BECAAAAWWWZ I ATE SOME BEANS N SHAT MA PANTS! YEEEEEEEEEAAH I ATE SOME BEANS N SHAT MA PANTS! NO WE AINT GOT FOOD BUT WE GOT THIS SONG AND DANCE YEEEEEEEEEAAH I ATE SOME BEANS N SHAT MA PANTS! Thanks for the mad beat bro, just penned some of the realest bars of the 21st century to it. As you can tell by how well I craft my verses, I've been at this for a long time. I was making rap music before anyone else in Chernobyl, I was 93 years old when the reactor blew, its been 38 years and all I've been doing is honing my craft, the world ain't ready for what I'm about to bring to the game.
@@3Lchronicles Finally, someone with a fine tuned taste in true art. As a thank you, here's a gift, the story of origin for my mutant life from the turn of the century, the real turn of the century in 1900. If you somehow have never heard of me, I was only of the only people composing hip hop music during the early 1900's, only we didn't call it hip hop back then. In those days everyone knew it as "The Shvarfikla", everyone would love to dance to the delightful rumbling of music. If you hadn't seen someone dance to the Shvarfikla before, you'd think they were having a seizure while standing up and somehow maintain a stellar balance, it's quite the dandy hootenanny once you get the hang of it. Now you need to understand, when I say dance, I really mean dance! We'd be dancing to all the new shvarfikla music throughout 3 Sunlights/74 hours in today terms.Once the sun went to bed, the festival goers would all also respectfully follow the Sun's lead. After a restful laydown, everyone headed back to their lands of origin. Some years those 74 hours of Sun would only come around once a year, with every other day being spent in darkness. Those few hours of light per year was a feeling of joy that nothing could ever replicate. Most artists released new albums a few weeks before the festival so that fans had some time to grow attached to the new releases, not me though. A select few of us never stopped releasing, it didn't matter what the date was, what mattered was that the music was only of the best quality, with no exceptions, ever! Anyway, if you ever need some phat bars, you know where to find me. Nobody in the world, through any time period makes better Shvarfikla music than me.
