-Lyrics/The Brouhaha-

LYRICS

The Brouhaha

What the blood clot, I rap a lot.
What you gonna do when the beat goes drop?
What you talking about Willis? Who's the illest?
You know my name is Adam, stop calling me Phyllis.
You hear some fuss, you're like what's the clamor?
It's just me naked on the cover of Glamour.
A phenomenon. Pandemonium.
The club is blowing up like plutonium.
What's all the fanfare? What's the to do?
We're known to bring the hullabaloo.
On stage or at the spa,
guaranteed we bring the brouhaha.

'CAUSE IT'S A BROUHAHA

There's a commotion that's going down.
I talk more shit then Drown the Clown.
I'm like that freak from Cirque Du Soleil,
with my leg behind my head and a rhyme to say.
Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four.
Get up on the mic and I'm a even the score.
One, two, three, three, t-two, one.
Don't carry a knife and I don't carry a gun.
We be makin' mountains out of Cool Whip.
Pass me the mint for the julep.
Tell me everybody, where is the love?
Hey yo what's the motherfuckin' hubbub?

'CAUSE IT'S A BROUHAHA

Communicator check 1-2-1-2.
This is Bones McCoy on a line to Sulu.
Set the bullshit to warp factor one.
Check your tri-corder set your phaser to stun.
Oh mais oui, you can catch me
at Jon Vie with a pastry.
Ceci Cela, oh n'est-ce pas.
Qu'est-ce-que c'est le brouhahaha
ha ha ha ha!
Just back from Japan and ooh I'm laggin'.
Going rrroaw rrroaw with the dungeon dragon.
You can dance if you want to. Leave your friends behind,
but if they don't dance and then they won't dance they can kiss my fuckin' ass!

'CAUSE IT'S A BROUHAHA