Sigur Rs – Untitled 8 (Popplagi) 0

[Intro]
You don't own me, don't try to change me
(Nah man, I'm not quite finished yet)

[Verse One]
Girl, I think you just mighta tried to pull a muthaf**kin' fast one, I'm mad
You just hurt my g**damn feelin' and that was the last one I had
Does this look like an arcade, tryna play games, see this saw blade?
See this silhouette of a stalker in your walkway? Better cooperate

Or get sauteed and rotisseried, while you're hog-tied
MC's get so quiet you can hear a muthaf**kin' dog whistle when I walk by
Colt Seavers on a mule, stuntin' on that a** like the f**kin' Fall Guy
I don't gas my Mercedes after midnight, I treat it like a Mogwai

Cause it will turn into a Gremlin and run over kids, women and men
Vrinn-vrinn, motor so big, you fit a midgit in his engine
B**ch give me them digits, why you cringin'? Not by the hair
On my chinny-chin-chin will I spend-spend even ten cents on you

Since when do you think it's gonna cost me a pretty penny?
Sh** if I think a penny's pretty, just imagine how beautiful a quarter is to me
Eeny-meeny-miney-mo, catch an Eskimo by his toe, while he's tryna roll a snowball
But don't make him lose his cool, if he hollers better let him go y'all, cause

[Chorus]
You don't own me
(Now here we go, go, go!)

[Verse Two]
Get up baby, get a move on like a U-Haul, you can rack your brain like pool balls
You won't ever think of this sh**, yeah honey you called
Well here I come, Havoc on the beat I wreak it, evil I see, hear and speak it
Lady put your money on Shady, f**k that other weak sh**

Put your eggs in the same basket, you can count every muthaf**kin' chicken
'fore it hatches cause you can bet your a** that, we gon' get it crackin'
Like the Kraken and Titans when they're clashin', get your brains bashed in
So bad you gon' have Kurt Cobain askin' to autograph a blood-stained napkin

Unfashionable and 'bout as rational as a rash on a f**'s a**hole
Now let's take that line, run it up the flagpole with Elton
See if he's cool with it, don't stand there and look stupid at me
B**ch, I ain't in the mood for this sh**, get my d**k, Google it

'til it pops up, y'all are so muthaf**kin' full of sh** that you're stopped up
Me I'm always sh**tin' diarrhea of the mouth 'til your speakers crap out, huh, what?
Girl you got a hot butt like a lit cigarette, chig-chigga-ret chigga
But you won't get a hot fudge sundae from me, so do not strut my way s**t, because

[Chorus]

[Verse Three]
And now that I got your panties in a bunch and your bowels in an uproar
I'ma show you why I came, so you stop askin' me what the f**k for
Now look you little s**t c**t w**re, I know you want more
B**ch it's time to put the "math" back in the Mathers cause I'm a f**kin' problem, run boy

Every flow got it mastered, so every last word that you f**kin' f**s heard
Comes straight from the fish's a**, yeah in other words I'm a bass-turd
Lookin' at me like I killed Kenny, gas in the tank, yeah still plenty
No morals are instilled in me, so remorse I really don't feel any

Eat your heart out Hannibal, understandable why you're jealous, f**k an animal
I got cannibal magnetism can't resist him now can ya, h**?
Shady I don't understand your flow, understand my flow? B**ch
I flow like Troy Polamalu's hair boy, don't you dare try to follow or compare, boy

I'm raw, you ain't even medium-rare, stay the f**k out of my hair, boy
You can look, you can stare, point but you can't touch, I'm to clairvoyant
I don't get it man, is there a void all this weak sh**? What am I steroids?
Well, b**ch I'm back with some sh** for that a** and your trunk, Elephant hemorrhoids, and remember boys