Lyrics Eggos Really Aren't It - Sanye

Run it up. Run it up
Run it up. Run it up
Running your shits again
Bitches, no powerpuff
Nigga, I called your bluff
Hit him with a left, right, uppercut, damn
Yeah, took the bitch's living trust
High key acting tough
Pussy nigga squeal in perfect pitch, god damn
I fuck around and get it like this, Ben 10
Big shit, WorldStar when I hit up your mans

These niggas bitches, no Buffy
Here's your permit, my nigga, now fight me
Said he gon win, that's unlikely
Stomp his teeth on the curb, Norton Eddie, uh huh
Bitch, I'm on Ed, Edd and Eddy
Wasted my time, niggas made out of jelly (Oh, whoa)
Ripped the Red Sea out his belly
I chop him up turn a nigga to deli
(Oh my gawd)

Yeah
Yeah
Tøkyo, Tøkyo shit
Tøkyo, Tøkyo, Tøkyo shit, yeah
Tøkyo, Tøkyo shit

Anybody try got a backbone
Wet up a nigga like Capri if you want some
Said a Brodie loose, I agree, duh duh dum dum
That is a hammer on a stick, where the drum drum?
Ah, breathe, take a run run
Red dot a nigga that I see for the fun fun
Shoot, ah, clip with a beamer, where it come from
Glow in the dark, hear a scream? Then it's done done
Oh no, don't test my bestie
That glock go heavy heavy
This pull up on a nigga, get slutty
Soul out, nigga, po po don't know me
This bitch get hefty hefty (Hefty)
On my wrist don't test me (Test me)
Your best move is 6 feet
Bitch, I got the blood on my hands, where the rest be, huh?