[Part 1 I Rush Hour]
[Intro: Mike Oxlong]
Ok, ok, ok, ok, uh
Rush through them credits, rush through them credits
Ok
[Verse 1: Mike Oxlong]
Theres a fucking monkey in the middle, shit business is business
Man I’m Harrison Ford but I’m the fugitive, everyone around me is a witness
Running out of time on Earth, if so, I’ma be moving to Planet Fitness
Like you love Justin Timberlake, rock your body and then limber
Like other fucking billion and millionaires, I’ma champagne drinker
Mike rushing to heaven because its cold as hell, even in the fucking wintеr
Traveling to the future whеre in that time, I am the thinker
Cause you know I be the big dog save and rescuing all of the cats
One night stands in my fucking bio, you know where I’m at
IF your really wanna spit a hot verse, Mike the dealer at the station
Here, drink this shit that I call gas, gimme money and go onto the back
The bees make me do the proposal on my knees, fucking up a relation
Lauyn Hill must of told you motherfuckas to get an eduaction
Lock me in the fucking chamber of secrets, someone figure out the combination
[Chorus: Mike Oxlong]
Man, somebody should’ve told you that I’m in a rush hour
Every human has mixed feelings but between her, it's getting pretty sour
I’ma get every seed in the world and plant a flower, by the hours
Man, somebody should’ve told you that I’m in a rush hour
Every human has mixed feelings but between her, it's getting pretty sour
I’ma get every seed in the world and plant a flower, by the hours
By the hours, by the hours, by the hours, by the hours
By the motherfuckin’ hours!
[Verse 2: Mike Oxlong]
Me and Tony is the same thing like the rivalry between Cristiano & Messi
Cleaning out my closet with all the M&M wrappers, my room is very messy
You know that I’m doing bad choices, well come and correct me
Picture them Barbies and the Kens, in the corner left out Jessie
This a mothefuckin’ cop chase, and Mike driving in Silverado Chevy
Love one fucking hell of a drug, Rick James is in the mixture
2Pac rise back to Earth just to roll all my good times in pictures
Money was getting her corrupted but like doctors, there's nothing left to fix her
Live my life as a fucking Jackass, everyday a different trickster
And then rap terrorist too, threaten to cut off my eggroll
You playing tough but not to me, but who in the hell pick their role
Give the best shots at me, well you have some balls, was that your main goal?
Bill Murray when it comes to fucking kill any rats or moles
Welcome me to your fantasy of stans, stalkers, chocolates and rainbows (pow!)
[Chorus: Mike Oxlong]
Man, somebody should’ve told you that I’m in a rush hour
Every human has mixed feelings but between her, it's getting pretty sour
I’ma get every seed in the world and plant a flower, by the hours
Man, somebody should’ve told you that I’m in a rush hour
Every human has mixed feelings but between her, it's getting pretty sour
I’ma get every seed in the world and plant a flower, by the hours
By the hours, by the hours, by the hours, by the hours
By the motherfuckin’ hours!
[Verse 3: Mike Oxlong]
Assholes killed in Christmas eve, like some of them are Hans or Ellis
Drowned out of life like Jack, Jill’s love life was sinking all the jealous
Menace to society, slingshots on my hand like Dennis the Menace
RIP Chris Penn but when I die, I’ll pack me some cookies
Valentine's Day come rolling, alone smoking all the goodies
3 movies and I’m the first one in the list, like Limp Bizkit’s Nookie
One year earlier, G-14 Classified was just for rookies
Live free or die hard, my question to the hottest
Get rich or die trying, my question to the oddest
I’ma call it quits on a beat, just do a fucking loop
Been in training day since a little boy, nobody else got the juice
Nobody else got the juice, nobody else got the juice, nobody else got the juice
Nobody else got the juice, nobody else got the juice
[Part 2 I Juice]
[Intro: Hampster Tha Raggot]
I’m Diego, fuck dora, fuck Boots
I’m Diego, fuck dora, fuck Boots
I’m Diego and I got the fucking juice
[Verse: Hampster Tha Raggot]
Man, all this money is keeping the family close
I don’t ever gotta close my act, sanity’s never placing at short
I’m Dusty Lee Dinkleman, I am the romantic fucking rival
Thank you for nothing, shit says you can’t call me Dido
Peter Parker in this motherfucka, but I killed the spider
I like to write for other silent rappers, shit call me a ghostwriter
I got the drip, she got drip, fans do is leak
Never gave a fuck about a bitch needs, making her weak
Shoot for the heart cause she took my heart out me regardless
I’m the type of animal to leave you all fucking heartless
It doesn’t make sense like my songs playing in the elevator lobby
Hit you with all different types of balls, fuck yo hobby
Opinions on the opps on the block, a.k.a my opponents
Out the numbers like the leftovers, not like the exponents
If something feels fucking outta pocket, this time I’ma empty them for sure
Money talks but money is the favorite weather when it rains and pours
I’m like Hans fuckin’ Geuber, you don’t know what type of man you’re dealing with
Scooby and the gang attempt to find her identity, what a mysterious bitch
All she want is that dirty green and the green the plant to take care
It's not too hard to stand out, stand on top of a chair
Running up to the roof with boxes of Jordans and building my own legacy
Red dots on my radar, where yall at my fucking enemies
All my wishes come true when I blow out my red demonic candles
You and the 9 can’t hold a skeleton from my closet, can’t handle
They called me the 8 fastest fucking hamster before Hampster at 7
They won’t let you in cause I’m associated with the 6, where? Heaven
I got a big 5-star on this rap game, rare to rap up 4 minutes of consistent
Gimme some fucking personal space, 3 feet away is a good distantance
2 plus 78 equals 80 miles per hour, I might reach only once
Oh boy, I wasted all the blunts, now I got fucking 100 to zero
Zero, zero, zero, zero
I’m the fucking antagonist that shits on the pro or anti-hero
I be keeping it murder real to these hoes, so don’t call me no pimp
The fucking whores and sodomy is real but pedos be packing a shrimp
Oh nah, I’m glad I woke up with privacy in private
Instead of waking up to a fat bitch that of course, is not on a diet
Make sure in this quiet game you're keeping it nice and quiet
You want me to be nice, nice for what? Go put a firework up yo ass and light it
Misguided motherfucka! I'm a misguided motherfucka!
Mike, Hampster, we fucking gone!
