Song: This Is Sparta (Wisconsin)
Artist: Toussaint Morrison
Written by Toussaint Morrison
Released May 3, 2011
Find
me now or find another,
It’s
a weekend of doubt and there’s no time for lovers
Some
fight for the right to party, some fight for supper
However
you wanna cut the butter
This
blade jumper just turned blind runner
And
I don’t fear the wall or any oncomers
They’re
already on the wrong side of a
Diamond
Dallas Paige Flyin’ Diamond Cutter
The
spell’s already out the shell
Crashin’
with the wrath of a thousand Dells
The
wrath of a hundred drunks at Wisconsin Dells
Na,
I ain’t on the bill, but I’m still rockin’ bells
Off
the shelf and dirty boxin’
The
outfit’s so loud, I heard’em walkin’
Fashionistas,
well dressed monsters-
Roamin’
charity balls, but ain’t got shit to offer
Mouth
closed, but it’s still noisy
Somehow
they can’t let a b-boy be
Enjoy
the beat and get down on the flo’
They’re
in the balcony lookin’ down on the flo’
Good
God. Holy Moses.
You
got a problem? Strike it up with the hostess
Maestro
put it in motion
Only
quantity these folks roll with is over dosage
Outside
the door is as close as
You’re
gonna get to these social cobras
Strike
first was the old slogan
This
is about who strike’s the lowest
-
Chorus
Off
the wall. Haywire.
Maybe
we should stay awhile.
Grab
a chair and break it over
Somebody’s
big smile
I
don’t know what you been told, but
We
act the same sober-
Swallow
pride, spit fire,
Throw
a punch before we like to
Make
out, make out
Make
out- yeah
Make
out, make out
Make
out- uh
Make
out, make out
Make
out- yeah
Make
out, make out
Make
out
-
Fight
broke out at the gala,
Swung
from a chandalier, just missed the landin’
Leg
dropped thru a table top on the Ms’
The
lady had it comin’, she was talkin’ expletives
Since
the main entrée on plate got served
Talkin’
that ish got me heated like a hot perm
Usually
got a handle on the temper,
But
when it comes to cold queens colder than December
Can’t
tell who’s the next to kick or next to kiss
In
a flurry of fists of fury and estrogen
Bad
company, good business
Fight
stretched from the dance floor to the kitchen
Block-
Blockin’- uppercut cocked and
Let
go, lips closed, still no problem
Blouses
bouncin’, heels round-housin’
Dancin’
on, off, in and around
Phony
bra’ steppin’ to me like Obi Wan
Little
did he know I throw bows like Tony Jaa
Yea,
I let the neck brace hold ya jaw
No
sleeves, but I still roll’em up
-
Chorus
Off
the wall. Haywire.
Maybe
we should stay awhile.
Grab
a chair and break it over
Somebody’s
pretty smile
I
don’t know what you been told, but
We
act the same sober-
Swallow
pride, spit fire,
Throw
a punch before we like to
Make
out…
-
The
writings on the wall
Can’t
you see
Life
is just a brawl
Aim
and swing
Don’t
fake your best shot
Don’t
fake your best shot
Don’t
fake your best shot
Don’t
fake your best shot
Don’t
fake your best shot
Don’t
fake your best shot
Don’t
fake your best shot
Don’t
fake your best shot
Don’t
fake your best shot
-
Chorus
Off
the wall. Haywire.
Maybe
we should stay awhile.
Grab
a chair and break it over
Somebody’s
fake smile
I
don’t know what you been told, but
We
act the same sober-
Swallow
pride, spit fire,
Throw
a punch before we like to
Make
out…
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