[Intro]
Chopping up potatoes
Chopping up potatoes
Chopping up potatoes
Chopping up
Chopping up
Chopping up potatoes
Chopping up
Chopping up (potatoes)
Chopping up potatoes
Chopping up(potatoes)
Chopping up
Chopping up potatoes
Chopping up
Chopping up (potatoes)
Chopping up potatoes
Chopping up(potatoes)
Chopping up
Chopping up potatoes-atoes
Chopping up potatoes-atoes
Chopping up potatoes-atoes
Chopping up potatoes-atoes
Chopping up potatoes
Chopping up potatoes
Chopping up potatoes
Chopping up potatoes
[Verse 1]
If your arms are trackless you ain't got smack
And if your smack’s got black shit, then take it back
Before I never ever care about getting the sack
'cause I'm a superstar sucker
Like [?] or Shaq
I bet you couldn’t get a better ghetto type track
Than worm [?] then Fletch or Mac
Be upset on the decks with the audio set
Like liquid gold and we are up to our necks
If you come to our parties unprepared and you're scared
Just remember, nobody cares
We're up in the air because we're tripping and grinning
We're like a champagne well stream with everybody sipping and swimming
So get wet, dirty dog [?] your hair a bit
And don't [?]
We're united through a love of [?] and dance tracks, motherfucking smile, you sad sacks
Hold on a while, let me chack your files in the folder, manila
I'm a console killer
I’m just gonna send you a fax as a warning
When I come through your desk [?]
[?] and I never change back
(I’m peaking)
Listen up, I'm speaking English
Not Cantonese or French
Boys, get back, get your bums off the bench
[Chorus]
We love potatoes
And we like corn
We never get arrested when we’re getting it on
We strip in public places when the weather is warm
We trip over our beverages when we perform
We love to put potatoes into our pot
We like to chop up potatoes
We like it a lot
It makes us feel really hot
It makes up feal real-
[Verse 2]
Don't send me shopping without a list
Because I got a disease, it's called forgetfulness
I'll try real hard but there’s something I'll miss
Like an alcoholic trying hard not to get pissed
I'm checking out the tits on the checkout chick
She checks through my chips and checks out my dick
Don't hold back, I want cashback with that
Two pineapples in a double green bag
'Cause I'm a smack addict
I've got the crack habit
I want the small package
To chase the white rabbit
And no one know I don't show up to shows
Bare from my head down to my toes
[?] out my nose
I rap in prose
Ahh shit I forgot the potatoes
Look it doesn't even batter 'cause I bought [?]
You know what that shit means?
We gotta fuckin' fiend
We've got champagne pops non-stop
For three of us [?]
[Verse 3]
I love potatoes
And I love [?]
Starchy tubers [?]
That originally originated from Peru
(Po- Po- O- O- Ta- Ta- Toes- Toes)
It's time to [?] make potatoes into mash
When you mash potatoes, potatoes bash back
Soymilk, and margarine
([?])
Then take the potatoes from the pot
They're fucking chopped up, now rub it with salt
This shit goes well with mustard and dill
Potato salad! It's dressed to kill!
Now let's roast all the fuckin' rest
The temperature of 180 works best
Toss them shits [?]
I'm the master chef, fuck you whatever!
(Talkshow Boy with the rhymes to destroy- with the rhymes to destroy- with the - Talkshow Boy)
(Talkshow Boy with the rhymes to destroy- with the rhymes to destroy- with the - Talkshow Boy)
(Talkshow Boy with the rhymes to destroy- with the rhymes to destroy- with the - Talkshow Boy)
(Talkshow Boy with the rhymes to destroy- with the rhymes to destroy- with the - Talkshow Boy)
[Chorus]
We love potatoes
And we like corn
We never get arrested when we're getting it on
We strip in public places when the weather is warm
We trip over our beverages when we perform
We love to put potatoes into our pot
We like to chop up potatoes
We like it a lot
It makes us feel really hot
It makes up feal real-
[Verse 4]
On the mic now, rippin' it up
We got MC Hashbrown Trippin' it up
With my spud bud DJ [?]
No jacket required, just passionate love
All you people at the bar doing vodka shots
Give thanks to the potato that the vodka comes from
In the next track we reveal where I'm from
If you wanna cum strong, use a condom
[Verse 5]
You thought I died, I'll plan for my wake
I'll call up an order of potato bake
And when it's been eaten I'll rise from the dead
A curse will be placed on the people who were fed
I will be in control of their minds
They'll worship me, I'll make them write me some rhymes
[?] with the verse about my poo (?)
Improving on that one will be hard to do
I wish to rule the world of mankind
My bake tastes so good you won't even mind
Wanna know what's worse than evil spud?
The special ingredient in the bake is my blood
If you gamer caught being a hater
I'll strike you down with my skillet potato
It is my quest to outlast the rest
So you better believe my rule is best
Let's go back to where it all began
Inspired by to spud to devise his plan
My motive I'm trying hard to hide?
I just want every potato on earth by my side
Chopping up potatoes
Chopping up potatoes
Chopping up potatoes
Chopping up
Chopping up
[Chorus]
We love potatoes
And we like corn
We never get arrested when we're getting it on
We strip in public places when the weather is warm
We trip over our beverages when we perform
We love to put potatoes into our pot
We like to chop up potatoes
We like it a lot
It makes us feel really hot
It makes up feal real-
