Eric Howl - Boomerang Blues Lyrics
Hey man, where'd you get that thang?I look up in the sky I seen a boomerangEveryone else was on the scene like "Man, let's hang"I rang the bell of freedom like naw, that's Barack's boome-Who dat rocksOn Philadelphia's blocks?Bam, I ain't sickMy shit's healthy as a oxBox with a ox flip it dangI'm slick with the slang flowStick wit ya mang, yoBamboo got the bang (whoa)Plank-walk my tongueWatch the poetry tangoYou're duckin' the boomerang likeA flock of flamingosThen I flamenco on the neck of your gangHeckle, strangle 'em rip out their fangs, faux pas foeWhen Barack Obam-bomb let the specter of anger growThe blood'll hang slow like the nectar of mangoMe? I only want the truth or truthTurn 'em a Jesus cheekNot a tooth'll come looseBut toss a boomerang at your enemySmack a birdChop a tree downSwing back aroundAnd you whack a curbOh no, don't you do the Liu Kang throwWait up, don't let your boomerang go!Hey there Homer SimpsonWhy you such a drag?Chokin' your kids with a dip in your sofaAnd donuts in your bagWhoa oh oh ohYou got your boomerangWhoa oh oh ohYou got your boomerangWhoa oh oh ohYou got your boomerangWhoa oh oh ohI got da boom-boom bangNow where'd you get that thang?Hey there ShlockaramaSeen you in a magazineTalkin' off my ear about your new haircutAnd how your tanks are goin' greenWhoa oh oh ohYou got your boomerangWhoa oh oh ohYou got your boomerangWhoa oh oh ohYou got your boomerangWhoa oh oh ohI got da boom-boom bangNo where'd you get that thang?Now your solar powered machine gunsAnd recycled B-52sAre hittin' the heads ofThe girls wearin' KedsAnd they won't be in the newsWhoa oh oh ohYou got your boomerangWhoa oh oh ohYou got your boomerangWhoa oh oh ohYou got your boomerangWhoa oh oh ohI got da boom-boom bangBroke in my Jncos dreamed when pockets would jangleNow I got a bankroll in the sock of my ankleHow could you way a soul?Savages way is dullThey carry casino chips in Sacagawea's skull(Boomerang)Yall chuck 'em at Bamboo rap ramboCuckolds with camcorders'll ***** up your fam' thoughI fight for we, oui-oui you weakYou little wee-wee. We as in we the peopleNot a *****in' NintendoBuckin' commandoesTruckin' look for a dam jewelBombin' the sand home ofGirls chuckin' a sandalIt ain't cool manIt aint' coolGreedy dead fools lay in a pool of Red BullAs *****s amass flagpoles andBlast bowling bowls with only one holeAnd a wick fingerChicks linger with the ghostOf KissingerWhen the bomb lands in the palmsOf this rap-singerHey there Homer SimpsonWhy you such a drag?Chokin' your kids with a dip in your sofaAnd donuts in your bagWhoa oh oh ohYou got your boomerangWhoa oh oh ohYou got your boomerangWhoa oh oh ohYou got your boomerangWhoa oh oh ohI got da boom-boom bangNow where'd you get that thang?Hey there ShlockaramaSeen you in a magazineTalkin' off my ear about your new haircutAnd how your tanks are goin' greenWhoa oh oh ohYou got your boomerangWhoa oh oh ohYou got your boomerangWhoa oh oh ohYou got your boomerangWhoa oh oh ohI got da boom-boom bangNo where'd you get that thang?Now your solar powered machine gunsAnd recycled B-52sAre hittin' the heads ofThe girls wearin' KedsAnd they won't be in the newsWhoa oh oh ohYou got your boomerangWhoa oh oh ohYou got your boomerangWhoa oh oh ohYou got your boomerangWhoa oh oh ohI got da boom-boom bangB-O-O-M-E-R-A-N-GGoes so farIt makes your enemies runThen come back for more funI don't like no Bush or WackoramaNo matter how stealth or black your bomberAK-47 or a knife on a llamaI'm just tryina get a raise for my mommaGrab on the beat and let goGollyGrab on the street when I flowFollow meDollar-for-dollar father I know I probablyGot a beat to make you feel so jollyRockin' a slingshot let goBam!Rockin' a slingshot let goBam!Zombie music on radioBam!Wham, bam, thank you Vandamme'Nother scamNo bombs we boomerang back aroundTo the idiot on the groundNo bombs they boomerang back aroundTo the idiot on the ground
