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Running on Paper Clips
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| There's a white boy that ran track for a motherfucking living. | |
| He ran track for a motherfucking living, and he lost both his motherfucking legs. | |
| Now, I hate losers and quitters, but I feel like if you run for a motherfucking living and you lose both of your motherfucking legs, you should be allowed to sit this motherfucker out. | |
| You have done everything. | |
| There was for you to do. | |
| And this motherfucker on some gangster shit decide not only is he gonna walk again, he decide he gonna fucking race again. | |
| Now you got to be in tune with your fucking star player to pull this shit off. | |
| Cause they made him some aluminum racing legs and shit look like bent back paper clips and shit. | |
| Just... | |
| Don't try to act like something wrong with me. | |
| Some of you motherfuckers saw the story. | |
| You know what the fuck I'm talking about. | |
| It looked like them back paperclips. | |
| Like two baby boomerangs and shit. | |
| That's what he had to run on. | |
| That motherfucker had to be in tune with his star fucking player. | |
| Because sometimes motherfuckers ain't gonna have your back like you think you should. | |
| And this motherfucker now gotta come in on his aluminum racing legs and race again. | |
| And he gotta try to come in and be all calm and smooth and not draw too much attention to himself. | |
| up up up up up up up up up up up up up up up up up up up up up up up up Yeah, you gotta go over there and sign up first before you race. | |
| okay. | |
| Yeah. | |
| They said I gotta sign up first. . | |
| It's no sign up at all. | |
| Tee, tee, tee, tee, tee, tee, tee. | |
| He all at the starting line. | |
| You know motherfuckers fucking with him. | |
| Doing all sorts of unnecessary exercises with their legs and shit. | |
| just on your mark tink tink tink tink tink And the craziest fucking thing happened. | |
| This motherfucker not only started running, this motherfucker started winning. | |
| And you know a hater can't stand a goddamn winner. | |
| And the last place you want to be in a motherfucking foot race is behind the motherfucker with no goddamn foots. | |
| That's the last... | |
| I bet that motherfucker was mad as shit. | |
| My leg's tired. | |
| Ain't your legs tired? | |
| His legs ain't tired. | |
| He just... | |
| Just paper clips and sparks everywhere. | |
| But you're going to have to be in tune with your star fucking player because these haters do not play fair. | |
| These hating ass motherfuckers at the Olympic Committee let this motherfucker race and then waited till he won and then disqualified him and said, and I quote, he had an unfair advantage. | |
| Are you talking about the motherfucker running with no goddamn legs? | |
| Is that who the fuck you talking about? | |
| Poor little Tink Tink. | |
| Think about that when you think you having a bad goddamn day. | |
| Poor little Tink Tink. | |
| Ain't that a bitch? | |
| That's why you gonna have to be in tune with your star fucking player. | |