• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Mr. Media - Guided By Voices
• Mr. Met - Lambchop
• Mr. Me Too - Clipse
• Mr. Me Too - Pharrell Williams
• Mr. Mud - Duh
• Mr. Me Too - Joey Jihad

Oh Mr. Media
Will you capture our heads
Mr. Media
Lives are breaking down
They will be ??? you
They will be calling you
Oh what would you be without your perfect world
Without your telescope under eiderdown
Hey give me the dope
Mr. Media
Well c'mon and ???
We told you everybodys's ??? now
About to break it down, break it down now
Mr. Media
Oh Mr. Media

God made us rational
Thought made you stereo
I think of you today
Boy, what an a-hole
You made me spare
Like used software
I will not join you
Friends make you sensitive
Loss made us idiots
Fear makes us critical
Knowledge is difficult
Rob from always on the run is so bad
and copy paste is a sin
You made me spare
Like used software
It will not bring you
Sound makes us visual
Life made you beautiful
Hate makes us powerless
Turn on a radio
You made me spare
Like used software
I will not follow you
Sleep made you possible
"Dude" makes this laughable
Night made a day like this

You know we back right?
Clear the streets out
Come on with it
Ha ha Star Track
Niggas just hate us, I'm doing deals like the majors
Ice Cream Sneakers, I signed my first skater
So you can pay three and buy yourself some bapestas
Bulletproof on the T-shirts because they hate us
Dude like Snoop say, "Step ya game up"
Double the caboe, mediterrain up
D-Class action cuts, tuck your chain up
Liberachi fingers, niggas hit Lorraine up
Just last week, I was out in Aspen
Me and Puff hoppin' off the plane, both us laughing
A week before that, I was out in Italy
Attire heart throbs could not get rid of me
Up and down the tella crib, me and like ten hoes
Call from the cell phone, give me that enzo
I know what your thinking, yeah Me Too
Okay everybody meet Mr. Me Too
Been two years, like I was paddy wagon cruisin'
The streets was yours, ya dunce cappin' and cazooin'
I was just assuming you'd keep the coke movin'
But I got one question, fuck y'all been doing?
Pyrex Turs turned into Covalli furs
The full length cat, when I wave, the kitty purs
All my niggaz caped up, selling gray and beige dust
Had that money right or end up in the trunk taped up
We don't chase a duck, we only raise the bucks
Peel money rolls until our thumbs get the paper cuts
Children totto, South Beach Galardo
Teals started up, go brr like it's Nardo
Women if you love me, please let me know
Tie rags 'round your neck and learn the sets we throw
These are the days of our lifes
And I'm sorry to the fans but the crackers weren't playing fair Jive
I know, I know, yep yeah, you too
Okay we get it, yep yeah you too
I know, I know, yep yeah, you too
Okay everybody meet Mr. Me Too
I know, I know, yep yeah, you too
Okay we get it, yep yeah you too
I know, I know, yep yeah, you too
Okay everybody meet Mr. Me Too
I know what you thinkin' why I call you, Me Too
Cause everything I say, I got you sayin' Me Too
I say I got a Benz so you said me too
You hangin' out the window so they can see you
But you ain't hangin' out the window
When you in that G2
Or that G3 or G4 like we do
Star Track, Clipse come on
Wanna know the time? Better clock us
Niggaz bite the style from the shoes to the watches
We cloud hoppers, tailor suits like we mobstas
Break down keys into dimes and sell 'em like gobstoppers
Who gonna stop us? Not a god damn one of ya
Mean with the Re-Up, nigga we street tumblers
Ivory White, yeah that's the same color
Of the Zord nigga, best believe it's the mullenor
Take no prisoners, rap niggaz are whisperers
Choke on your own spit just as soon as you mention us
Champagne corkes, kicked by Louis sportsin'
Keep my hoes in pooch and Charles Jordan
Cop the chrome and touch gray caponent
Mink on the floor, make ya hot don't it?
You don't wanna know what the fuck I spent on it
Tomorrow ain't promised so we live for the moment
I know, I know, yep yeah, you too
Okay we get it, yep yeah you too
I know, I know, yep yeah, you too
Okay everybody meet Mr. Me Too
I know, I know, yep yeah, you too
Okay we get it, yep yeah you too
I know, I know, yep yeah, you too

You know we back right?
Clear the streets out
Come on with it
Ha ha Star Track
Niggas just hate us, I'm doing deals like the majors
Ice Cream Sneakers, I signed my first skater
So you can pay three and buy yourself some bapestas
Bulletproof on the T-shirts because they hate us
Dude like Snoop say, "Step ya game up"
Double the caboe, mediterrain up
D-Class action cuts, tuck your chain up
Liberachi fingers, niggas hit Lorraine up
Just last week, I was out in Aspen
Me and Puff hoppin' off the plane, both us laughing
A week before that, I was out in Italy
Attire heart throbs could not get rid of me
Up and down the tella crib, me and like ten hoes
Call from the cell phone, give me that enzo
I know what your thinking, yeah Me Too
Okay everybody meet Mr. Me Too
Been two years, like I was paddy wagon cruisin'
The streets was yours, ya dunce cappin' and cazooin'
I was just assuming you'd keep the coke movin'
But I got one question, fuck y'all been doing?
Pyrex Turs turned into Covalli furs
The full length cat, when I wave, the kitty purs
All my niggaz caped up, selling gray and beige dust
Had that money right or end up in the trunk taped up
We don't chase a duck, we only raise the bucks
Peel money rolls until our thumbs get the paper cuts
Children totto, South Beach Galardo
Teals started up, go brr like it's Nardo
Women if you love me, please let me know
Tie rags 'round your neck and learn the sets we throw
These are the days of our lifes
And I'm sorry to the fans but the crackers weren't playing fair Jive
I know, I know, yep yeah, you too
Okay we get it, yep yeah you too
I know, I know, yep yeah, you too
Okay everybody meet Mr. Me Too
I know, I know, yep yeah, you too
Okay we get it, yep yeah you too
I know, I know, yep yeah, you too
Okay everybody meet Mr. Me Too
I know what you thinkin' why I call you, Me Too
Cause everything I say, I got you sayin' Me Too
I say I got a Benz so you said me too
You hangin' out the window so they can see you
But you ain't hangin' out the window
When you in that G2
Or that G3 or G4 like we do
Star Track, Clipse come on
Wanna know the time? Better clock us
Niggaz bite the style from the shoes to the watches
We cloud hoppers, tailor suits like we mobstas
Break down keys into dimes and sell 'em like gobstoppers
Who gonna stop us? Not a god damn one of ya
Mean with the Re-Up, nigga we street tumblers
Ivory White, yeah that's the same color
Of the Zord nigga, best believe it's the mullenor
Take no prisoners, rap niggaz are whisperers
Choke on your own spit just as soon as you mention us
Champagne corkes, kicked by Louis sportsin'
Keep my hoes in pooch and Charles Jordan
Cop the chrome and touch gray caponent
Mink on the floor, make ya hot don't it?
You don't wanna know what the fuck I spent on it
Tomorrow ain't promised so we live for the moment
I know, I know, yep yeah, you too
Okay we get it, yep yeah you too
I know, I know, yep yeah, you too
Okay everybody meet Mr. Me Too
I know, I know, yep yeah, you too
Okay we get it, yep yeah you too
I know, I know, yep yeah, you too

She's a weed eater
He's a bottom feeder
The things that she says
Makes him want to beat her and beat her
He's a (?)
She's a dead leg
All the dope that she smokes
Makes her bark like a dog
Oh Mr. Mud, what have you done now
Oh Mr. Mud, now what have you done
Oh Mr. Mud, what have you done
Oh Mr. Mud, you sure are a lot of fun
He's a mud dweller
She's an underwear seller
The mud gotten so thick
That he can't even tell her
His life goes all wrong
And she's in love with the bong
When Mr. Mud comes to town
All the creeps tag along
Mr. Mud, Mr. Mud
Mr. Mud, Mr. Mud
Mud, mud, mud, mud

I take they bookbags, warpaint, vests, and ammo
Lift his ass up like da doors on the lambo
He bitchmade, switchblade, nigga's a man ho
Runnin round with pumps, or loafers, and sandals
Bookbags, warpaint, vests, and ammo
Lift his ass up like da doors on the lambo
He bitchmade, switchblade, nigga's a man ho
Runnin round with pumps, or loafers, and sandals
If u hustler or customer, I got dem grams for ya
For dat extra guap, drop in dat pan for ya
Butterrock, turn dat clearwater into tan water
Sick name, whip game like da transporter.
Hug da block, hit my youngins off, dey be movin dry white
You dead broke, dump it off, you can die twice
I'm straight raw, got it lock, you apply ice.
Trap or die haddy, rich porter, you mekhi phif.
Actor, frontin like you get'cha grind on.
Chamillion, I'll show u how 2 get your shine on
Keep dat dirty hammer clean,
When it's quaking, u'll b shakin like a tambourine (get 'em)
I'm rite at chu
I ain't tryna talk to u boys,
I fill ya fuckin chest with da lead and walk through u boys
Put a fuckin check on ya head and auction u boys.
The price is rite, I'm bob barker to boys (get 'em)
I'm on some jumpin at the law shit.
Fuck it, kill em all shit
Get it by the slab, u'll be workin with dat small shit
Quarter after quarter, haddy orderin dat raw shit
Til' I'm rich porter, game over nigga call quick.
Niggas on some broad shit,
Hatin cause my car shit
20's got 'em mad
24 make 'em all sick
When I'm drivin past, dey be urlin like dey car sick
Reed dolla haddy on ya ass.
Pause, aww shit.
I'm about a dolla, y he dolla when I make more?
Dolla, think he shabba cause he runnin with da jack bul
Prada on them things
Fuck a chain I can take yours.
Asshole, you lupe fiasco, u skateboard
All ya bitches like me,
Dolla lookin salty,
Killed 'em in dem ice creams,
Call 'em mr.softee
Bullets with da baldy
Get dis nigga off me
If it's really beef, y u reachin out 2 call me? (clown)
Nigga tryna battle me.
Reed get cho shit straight
All dat shit u spit fake
I make dis nigga battle me.
I bomb make 'em drop 17 crack for me.
Dats 17 shots dat chu pop with no accuracy
Every bar breakin 'em
Every flow crackin 'em
Ii was bout 2 chill, quilly told me go after 'em
I don't understand y this faggot so mad at me,
If u heard the beep, I musta had a low battery.
We disconnected now
Stretch 'em like a rubberband
Wanted war, bring to his door like a telegram
Check u at the fight club u stuttered like da-dutta man
Ya daddy show dat pipe luv.
And haddy got dem buttergrams.
I got it in
Young frankie my bag lady
I got it in
Reed dolla a crack babe
I got it in
Come and place ya order bul
I got it in
Ask ya pops is it oiled boy
Top klass ass
And ya cash lookin smalla dog
Touch money, what money?
I can cover all of ya'll
U feel ya boys can bail u out
U gettin r and r
Hit a nigga up long distance like a calling card
Frankie let me get a donut, with dem white ass lips.
Smack da shit outta you.
I'm a k
I'm a 9
I'm a iron 6 onya boy
Gun with a hunned shot drum
I'm a scorch ya boy
U tryna rumble in da jungle I ain't for it boy