Lyrics:
A K A S The Everything Is A Commercial

a pen and a pad Yo, I'm here to make a dollar out of fifteen cents And let my balls hang like I'm on a toilet takin' a shit My style is all that, and

is strong, her hair is long, her feet is small And she smoke weed and all, so we gonna pop us a bottle And blow us a good splif, V I P is crowded but

the caption a giant shadow of a robotic contraction I turned around and shocking scene A technicology supreme object a low logic could possible dream Everything

for less Looped out, said now [soopafly] Man these nigga on deck Now it's the pimp of the crew, soopafly coming through I got a dick and a couple balls just to name a

commercial too I bring your curtains through, it ain't really worth it fool Celebrate with a cake and a half a pound of purple, ooh Cool, 80's baby and

is . . . Phyllis: He's eating. FZ: Ok, he's eating, you see . . . Don Preston . . . Well, it depends, mostly it's a hamburger, sometimes, well he doesn

tempting Ain't nobody safe when it's for the kid's sake Hurricane wipe the south like a earthquake We tryna save face but we ain't got a place To stay

breathes raw inner city music The flow that I spits is not to be confused with Commercial radio rap put out for your amusement God gave me a brain so

Her gear is strong, her hair is long, her feet is small And she smoke weed and all, so we gonna pop us a bottle And blow a good splif, VIP is crowded