Sumo

歌詞

Don't wanna play with kids, rascals Sensei, please teach me how to sumo It's not karate or not judo It won't go easy like PASMO I'm not a weirdo Just a chunko What made me this big? It's chanko Harite, harite, hurricane Press it, press it like a hanko Got no jujitsu, but I got some power It's jijitsu. We call it “fact” in Japan Don't know kanji, but they know katakana Mackor The Mama, the real motherfucker Can't be big like Susumu Hirasawa But already fat like 2000's Big Momma Did you got that? You ain't got that Cuz I talk like I'm doing fucking mukbang Take your salt, then spread that out Hakkeyoi Nokotta Now slap that mouth I be like, wow Damn, that belly got round Gotta fight, win through anyway, anyhow I'm from the south of Yokohama Can you handle this fucking Loco Mama? Slap my ass like a patty-cake. Do that like a Street Fighter 竜巻旋風脚 Don't wanna play with kids, rascals Sensei, please teach me how to sumo It's not karate or not judo It won't go easy like PASMO I'm not a weirdo Just a chunko What made me this big? It's chanko Harite, harite, hurricane Press it, press it like a hanko 「その舞台から降りろ」 Your style is dead oh そんなの知らねえよ 平手で押し除けGet the hell off 何何? ”La di da di, we like to party, bro”? ガリガリな身体にバギークローズ 区々 様にならない 立合いでも湧いちゃる ワシのタニマチ ガチガチガチンコのフロウ 幸先良き シコ踏んでBlow minds もう何も怖いもんなし でもまだ恐ろしや 一文無し あんたらとは立ってる 土俵がまるで違うんだ 勝ちたきゃビール瓶で 頭をかち割るんだな はあ? Don't wanna play with kids, rascals Sensei, please teach me how to sumo It's not karate or not judo It won't go easy like PASMO I'm not a weirdo Just a chunko What made me this big? It's chanko Harite, harite, hurricane Press it, press it like a hanko Ain't got no mental 充実 But I've got physical 柔術 You're so cynical, foolish, ooh That won't bother me though, stupid You go, dissing, shitting, and winning I keep your words like post-it notes, pinning Like an ex's text message, I receipt it You think I'm a bad bitch Well, I've been it