Testo di 'Purple Flip Flops' di JJ Demon

Bright lights, on the night I was abducted.
They looked me dead in my eyes
And saw I'm not the type to be fucked with.
I'm crispier than a bucket, with a biscuit on the side
(No idea what he's saying here) …and the pancakes.
In my purple flip flops I declare hip-hop is dead

No I don't mean it but I'm your demon
I'm just putting thoughts in your head.
Can I get a bed? All these rapers
Are making me wanna catch up on sleep!
Trying to get blood every time I touch the mic
You are still trying to catch up on beats

Cut the mustard grey poupon
Cut it out like you cut a great coupon
I'm not sick of my dick it's bigger than yours,
You still pull it out like a gray futon
Shoes on at your momma's house
Think you barely wanna let it go to drama route
Get serious
Show you what your mom's about
I put a period, in take a comma out

(Let me hear you)
You're peanut butter jelly when
You see me rolling past you,
With the top down like I'm riding in an open casket.
You're a block down, asking for
A bribe and getting shot down often.
So I guess you're christopher walken!
Subtle as a tractor blade
Shit gets ugly masturbate

You wanna kiss her you'll have to wait.
How do you like my after taste?
Floating like a castaway, fresh to death I passed away.
Dubstep I don't know where disaster waves.
Mix it all and wait for your glass to break.
Glass to break!
(Shut the fuck up…)

Oh man, that's the way we're banging on the-
No romance!
Just fuck 'em and throw a stranglin' on 'em
So you know what you are when we blacked out
Fucked.
Like a passed out freshman in the frat house
My purple flip flops.
Hip hop's dead (hop's dead)
My purple flip flops.
Hip hop's dead (hop's dead)
My purple flip flops.
Hip hop's dead (hop's dead)
It's not dead I'm just freaking dubstep instead!

Party people, and I think
We can all agree, we're party people
I can't remember the last time we were all together like this
Now it might have been last night
Or maybe the night before…but the point is
Is I can't remember it!
And maybe, just maybe that's what it's really all about
(You know what just stop)

Let me hear ya
Get weird!
(Bring that back)
Oh man, that's the way we're banging on the
No romance!
Just fuck 'em and throw a stranglin' on 'em
So you know what you
Are when we blacked out fucked
Like a passed out freshman in the frat house

My purple flip flops.
Hip hop's dead (hop's dead)
My purple flip flops.
Hip hop's dead (hop's dead)
My purple flip flops.
Hip hop's dead (hop's dead)
It's not dead I'm just
Freaking dustup instead!