Sunday, January 27, 2013

Harlem World (Treat Me Bad)

Y'all Know where I'm from, come on
Wooooooooooooooo!
It's that Harlem shit right here!
Told you H, it's that Harlem shit
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah!
That's what Harlem niggas do when they get hyped
Yeaaah!
Spell it out

[Verse 1]
H-A-R-L-E-M, you see him
Add a S and remove the M from the end
You see him, walk 3-5th and Lenox
With my all pink kicks and fitted
Mind your business, bout to see my nigga black
See if we can proceed the track
Beating people or beefing for that
Reason, beast on the beat and mad
Could see that he couldn't be a Catholic priest
These are the freaks who grab my meat
Speaking to me like they Majesty
I beat it and leave, they mad at me
I got the rappers rapping, I got the trappers trapping
Move that white girl for satisfaction like Action Jackson
Blacking, give you niggas the biz
And I never trick on a chick cause trix are for kids
You dig?
Sick when I spit, sicker than kids
Growing up in the country that this idiot lives
BUSH!
So when you see me, don't hate on my color
You're all my brothers
Harlem World I love ya

[Hook]
Harlem World, oh Harlem World
I need ya, oh how I need your love

But, but all ya,
But, but all ya
But all ya
But, but all ya
But, but, but all ya

Do is treat me bad, oh Harlem World
I need ya, oh how I need your love

But, but all ya,
But, but all ya
But all ya

No matter where I roam, this is home sweet home

[Verse 2]
I'm so Harlem, I spent my freshman year at Rice
Couldn't pay tuition, left and did 10th grade twice
Argued with teachers, cut class, got into fights
Got bullied, got my bars up, and got nice
Hung with broke hustlers who cooked without ice
They ain't have no fridge, no gas, and no lights
Get a life, cause I done seen it all in one night
Seen a niggas with two hammers fall to one knife
Yeah, these is Uptowns, why you calling them Nikes
My kicks your bricks, all of them white
Kick game the bitches, getting all of them tight
If you ain't feeling me, then all of them dikes

Hey!
I'm nicer than most
Hey!
The nicest, you know?
Hey!
Be nice to me yo
Hey!
I'm likely to blow, no homo
My team, who want drama with them
You team nerds like Tiana and them

[Hook]
Harlem World, oh Harlem World
I need ya, oh how I need your love

But, but all ya,
But, but all ya
But all ya
But, but all ya
But, but, but all ya

Do is treat me bad, oh Harlem World
I need ya, oh how I need your love

But, but all ya,
But, but all ya
But all ya

No matter where I roam, this is home sweet home

[Verse 3]
Harlem is a soul state in the US man
Vinyl Pop's the new Roc, Demev's the new Def Jam
Charles Carter, Russel Burt, C.Hamron, Hcho Dash
Making cash, stating facts, breaking bats on Yankee Hats
My money have gangstas that bang them gats
Laying cats, 45th and Lenox, niggas slinging that
My meeting meet is on Broadway, all day
I'm all over the world, but it's Harlem, my forte
The ladies is crazy and cats is real
Your cap get peeled from Polo to Manhattan Field
Toss the chrome, your kid is in a foster home
You'll think twice before you walk into a foster home
See I'm trying to get grants like 31.50
Got a mil in the bank, yeah you heard me, come get me
Any questions about my part of town, the dude answered it
Harlem is art, you see the way they drew Hamilton

[Hook]
Harlem World, oh Harlem World
I need ya, oh how I need your love

But, but all ya,
But, but all ya
But all ya
But, but all ya
But, but, but all ya

Do is treat me bad, oh Harlem World
I need ya, oh how I need your love

But, but all ya,
But, but all ya
But all ya

No matter where I roam, this is home sweet home

How

Charles Hamilton
Imma get this shit right this time

[Verse 1]
How you gonna tell me that my life ain't dope
Cause my life ain't right without a mic and a dope beat
I take life, put a knife to her throat
My flow tight though, get it right from the boat
Niggas talking bout they feelings, all the dope that they be selling
But can't get in a cypher with me spitting off the melon
They try to take control, I be like "Fuck it", so I let em
Leave them niggas feeling stupid, they quick to hit the exit
And I'll be damned if a nigga gonna flop life
Get some good top, let a nigga on top
So I beat the bitch wall, leave semen on her jaw
I could find my way and I'm Keenan with the bars
And the ivory, playing the piano man
Ghost name music, I'm the one you channel man
Spitting like a nigga getting lifted, I ain't infident
Dammit man, see me one second and then I'm vanishing
I don't give a damn thing, nothing was given
Life or death, eternity's the other decision
Yeah a nigga gotta eat, so I'm stuck in the kitchen
Just a musician, this is the life
Love it or live it

[Hook]
How you gonna rip it like this son?
How you gonna rip it like that son?
How you gonna rip it like this son?
How you gonna rip it like that son?
How you gonna rip it like this son?
How you gonna rip it like that son?
How you gonna rip it like this son?
How you gonna rip it like that son?

[Verse 2]
How you gonna see what your eyes won't allow
Going right for the crown, nigga wipe me down
No it ain't a jab, nigga suck my dick
Want beef, throw the hands, nigga rush my shit
I see you niggas wishing I could take a reprise
Hatred for me got me breaking on the greatest of beats
Till the day MTV says I'm the greatest MC
Imma rake up the leaves of all you dated emcees
Getting head from the hoes used to dating emcees
Got a mouth full of eggs like bacon and cheese
It's breakfast, the kid reckless
That's why I tell them first verse, niggas exit, let's get it
Go ahead, nigga say my name
I want it, you blunted?
Yep, I just stunted
And that's why I'm venom with a little pink
The nerve but...this is what niggas think
Who you?

[Hook]
How you gonna rip it like this son?
How you gonna rip it like that son?
How you gonna rip it like this son?
How you gonna rip it like that son?
How you gonna rip it like this son?
How you gonna rip it like that son?
How you gonna rip it like this son?
How you gonna rip it like that son?

[Verse 3]
Why I gotta listen to you ugly ass niggas?
Getting fucked on tape, you bucky ass niggas
Suffering succotash, you a bunch of suffering, sucker ass
Niggas, butt fucking rap
I'm making love to music, butt fucking rap
Cause she know I'm the future, so she suck a sack
Yeah, talk about sex about sex a lot, cause I sex a lot
Probably stretch your block, mad bitches on it
Like a MySpace comment with mad pictures on it
I already distressed the box
Admit it you nigga, I'm extra hot
Incoming IM, you accept or not?
I done gripped the game, what's next, the glock?
If you nodding your head, that means your neck get shot
Call up the Doc

[Hook]
How you gonna rip it like this son?
How you gonna rip it like that son?
How you gonna rip it like this son?
How you gonna rip it like that son?
How you gonna rip it like this son?
How you gonna rip it like that son?
How you gonna rip it like this son?
How you gonna rip it like that son?

It's whatever
It's whatever
Go ahead, make you comparisons and your little hating ass comments now, it's whatever

Charles Hamilton

It's whatever man
It's the rap Dave Chapelle meets DMX
50 meets Marilyn Manson
Whatever

How you gonna rip it like this son?
How you gonna rip it like that son?
How you gonna rip it like this son?
How you gonna rip it like that son?
How you gonna rip it like this son?
How you gonna rip it like that son?
How you gonna rip it like this son?
How you gonna rip it like that son?

(All) SNL

What's wrong baby, you can't breathe?
I'm Chucking you?

[Verse 1]
Load up and let go, a drive by
iPod felon, that fly of a guy
Check the stocks, thinking of buying the sky
Perhaps a merger with a galactical server
Online on high, strong NASDAQ
Defensive questions leave me at NASA
Niggas kiss they teeth like... cause I'm they Massa
Hijack a mask on the pastors daughter
While she get mad cause I'm past being past her
Tap her, showed her how to be a bad one
Not to beat her ass, she got it bad son
And I'm the one that could make her wanna have one
So the pastor send the bishops to hit me
Niggas is iffy, quick to diss me
I skip to Ma Loum, grip the rock, lose them
Shake em out of they shoes
Touch the floor, right the left
Ankle hurting, darn it
Perfect warming up the perfect storm, warning
Certain to bomb a person flirting with harming the harmony
My word is bond while you..."Working on it!"
Turn the volume up to 10CC
Tenchi dreams begin to read deep
Convincing the senses to go against me
So I can go in
Make em wanna sit with me

[Hook]
Kill em with the niceness
Kill em with the niceness
Kill em with the niceness
Kill em with the niceness

Cause I love it when you kill me
Gotta love it when I kill you

You take a L if you miss
But follow the curve and end up with a kiss

[Verse 2]
Get your eye popped for acting like Bruno
Savage like a sumo appetite but you already knew though
Not sumo diet cause..."You know!"
I mean my diet requires eating yokozuna and some doodle-o's
Only my noodle knows what could make my music grow
Flowers and seeds when I overpower a beat
So natural, but... wait
So natural and is the only other word that could stand
So natural and so secure
No need to go to sleep, think Omen 4
What you think my heart be O-in for?
Oh! When I claim the throne of hearts, focused
And that was me using my hands as a plumber
Going deep in this shit, face like a plunger
Tastes quite wonderful, no one can assault me
I'm in the booth, just in case you're talking of OB(?)
By the way, I'm so Nick like Nalty
And you wonder why I love to rap offbeat
My delivery is rivaled by Build-A-Bear
CPS, call me a chillionaire
Give chills to the air, phantom of the ozone
Tell Hamilton to go home
Then imma fart, the memory remains
I drop the illest shit, that was visceral and strange

[Hook]
Kill em with the niceness
Kill em with the niceness
Kill em with the niceness
Kill em with the niceness

Cause I love it when you kill me
Gotta love it when I kill you

You take a L if you miss
But follow the curve and end up with a kiss

h2MidiCH

This beat by itself is a verse
3 of the best producers you've probably ever heard of
If you in tune, you know who we are
H2, Frank Midi, and Charles Hamilton on one beat
Nigga
One.

[Verse 1]
Hard beats, dope lyrics, hooks made of opium
Listen and say I'm OD-ing, so genius
Charles speaks so spirits can look away from what's holding them
Bondage from paranormal correspondents
Honest as carols when snow falls
Kind of like Paris with no claws
Immaculate dope bars
I live in a planet with no draws
Since using soap on this planet is standard, here's dope bars
I'm really not about having a filthy mouth but...
Fucking bitches be shitting on a nigga and never hear me out
So at parties, my ass is missing
I'm on a fasting mission
While niggas fucking mad bitches with ass
Give me a glass of name taking and kicking ass
Sleeping naked in a Psych ward
Like goodnight door, goodnight floor
No piff, then goodnight Lord
I write more to not spend the whole night bored
Then the doctors got the nerve to ask what I write for
If I stop doing 16's, I'll kill all with a light 4
Good sentences, grammatically, I'm quite sure
All of life's forces have been waiting for me to recite with force
My lackadaisical rapping has to amaze the actors
The same saying rappers are babies lacking the habit of saying actual facts
To be exact, most of these half-gay rappers
Slap they face when asked to say lackadaisical may capture when phrased after
Pardon me
Ok rapper, explain what lackadaisical means
And how I'm great when practicing the adjective when I say what I mean
My adjectives and bars are like the cases between
GED recipients and jail can say what I mean
Describe catching a case behind bars
Now break the bars down and relate the between
Any mistakes or just mean, I keep them

One.
One.

Still in the booth by the way
Uh!
20hami11!
Yeah!

Based On Feeling


It's Charles Hamilton
Rock with me if you love your life
And if life is the love of your life
Ayo

[Verse 1]
Life is so good in my neck of the woods
All peace in the 'burbs, respect in the hood
And a check is what I spit and context is so good
I can text message a pencil, but leave my verse exed in the woods
Pick it up and write a verse twenty times iller
A blind wizard kinda like this guy that signed Dilla
But since not even contrast can contact where I'm at, that means it's time to black
Critics say I rap about how dope I am
Well those flows are dope, so I hope I am
Fuck that man, I know I am
Went to Hell and back, you can tell it was a fact
So I
Know I can, do anything
I feel unstoppable
A punk rocker
Not a punk, come rock with dude
Cause smoking grass out in the open with no one to cover my ass
Now I'm on the cover of another mag, I'm back

[Hook]
Life waits for no one
She don't lie
She don't hide
She just rides
So we just ride
Life ain't a no one
She just grows
She just knows
She just shows
She just goes (2x)

[Verse 2]
I got used to being bummy
Not used to seeing money
And usually it's funny, but grooming me was something
I just proved to be nothing, funky
Really the most handsome junky
No deodorant, plus an overdose of Axe
Can leave you comatose when your nose gets so attached
No holding back, tryin' to keep your soul intact
But holy crap, this is a magnet that you're trapped in
You come across real attractive
So before any words get spoken
You get all nervous
Word, it's poking
This guy can fly
And the birds are hoping that the sky can stay open long enough to hold them
This here is called the feeling of, "Oh shit"
Nighttime is the ceiling of the ocean
This ain't life, this is the life
And being happy is another fact in it, get lost and come back in it

[Hook]
Life waits for no one
She don't lie
She don't hide
She just rides
So we just ride
Life ain't a no one
She just grows
She just knows
She just shows
She just goes (2x)

[Verse 3]
Deep thoughts keep off the shallow
I can't be judged
I leap off the gallows
Peace talks seem lost when it's too loud
Finishing school seems minuscule now
My height is like my might so a nigga grew down, to earth
Listen to the sickest new sound
Different definitions of living can stress the living
But isn't it why we watch television? It's an exhibition
Forget it, you let it get twisted
Lesson given
Even if you didn't get it yet
I bet you dig it
Cause you can nod to it
Its that "Oh my God, I need to throw my iPod" type music
So listen to it when life becomes either too much or too little
Life becomes
Just accept it
You've been giving this life so say thank you
Find out what a minute feels like
Charles Hamilton

[Hook]
Life waits for no one
She don't lie
She don't hide
She just rides
So we just ride
Life ain't a no one
She just grows
She just knows
She just shows
She just goes (2x)

Shoutout to PiosonJ for the lyrics

Awesomely Sweet

[Verse 1]
Hcho picked me up with a stipper in the whip
And Filet Mignon, and a zipper on her lips
Cause she don't say shit when a nigga wanna spit
Cause the stripper is prison life, I'm tipping on the bitch
Tip-toeing, ready? Let's get going
The kid go in and never quit going
The Energizer hedgehog, pink flip-flowing
Think this moment is a metaphor? Yep
Cause y'all niggas ain't write a better bar yet
Life's a bitch and I get her all wet
Met her at a bar, she ain't get my balls yet
Cash in the front pocket, she might get my wallet
Make her hit a high note, I will never fall set..o!
Forget about it

[Hook]
C-H-A-R-L-E-S
H-A-M-I-L-T-O-N

And my bars are as heavy as a T-O-N
Give you the blues like Eric Clap T-O-N
Your boy Al stay Sharp like...
But ain't nobody hard like

C-H-A-R-L-E-S
H-A-M-I-L-T-O-N

[Verse 2]
Bingo, bango, Boom!, motherfucker
This beat got beef, meet your DOOM motherfucker
MF, zoom motherfucker
Off the radar like two undercovers
Under covers, fucking on the job
Puffing on the chron
The female cop still sucking on his knob
Motherfuckers, do your job
And niggas said that I was the cuffer on the block
I guess, cause I fuck with the paper
I too fly boy, I might be fucking your neighbor
And you love her, that's disgusting behavior
I'm independent, but I still get love from the majors
Columbus Clippers, the Ohio Yankees
50 loves me, 5-O hates me
Why don't you thank me, I'm retarded
My rhymes are nonsense
Niggas wanna disrespect the boss
They can use Head and Shoulders
And get they neck cut off, suggestion dog
Pest to Charles and Hcho or your breath get lost
You're fucking dead, fetch death you dog
And guess who won't get arrested...
Yep, you done guessed it
You hear my name in your head, It's...
Nigga you heard what I said, It's...

[Hook]
C-H-A-R-L-E-S
H-A-M-I-L-T-O-N

And my bars are as heavy as a T-O-N
Give you the blues like Eric Clap T-O-N
Your boy Al stay Sharp like...
But ain't nobody hard like

C-H-A-R-L-E-S
H-A-M-I-L-T-O-N

C-H-A-R-L-E-S
H-A-M-I-L-T-O-N

T-O-N
T-O-N

C-H-A-R-L-E-S
H-A-M-I-L-T-O-N

Saturday, January 26, 2013

westchester freestyle

One.
Let me drop a freestyle
I like this album, I like freestyling on it

[Verse 1]
Gonna tell me what you love about me
And don't tell me it ain't nothing about me
Give me a hug when you around me
Matter of fact, all I feel is love when you surround me
Like sound, right now
This is something I didn't have to write down
Your chick coming through in a night gown
Not Mario but the pipe's down
Gotta lay it for her
Got a story, imma say it for her
Only because the table's for her
Cause she laying on the corner pocket
Got a number in my pocket on the corner, stop it
Weighing my options, never gonna stop it
Only because Gothic is the topic
Had to go Gothic cause niggas on they rap shit
Didn't respect my rock shit, tell them stop it
Like the number 5, wanna run around?
See if you can run alive, I got a gun around
It ain't a pistol though, it's an issue solver
Niggas already know I'm from Harlem
But...wait till I add that Cleveland
Magic, nigga's don't leave with an automatic
You don't leave cause you get left

[Hook?]
Matter of fact, you could take 6 steps, Imma take your breath
And sell it back to you
Like you could only breathe if you breathe this breath

And the sample is Westchester Lady

[Verse 2]
Used to live up in Westchester, call me crazy
But I had a lady neighbor downstairs
Used to love her little brown hair
Never seen her pubic though
I know she work no cubicle
She gotta put her work in, for certain
Body perfect, love the way she work it
Used to irk her nerves like
Can you let me in like I'm a different person?
Used to have her open up the garage
Me and her had a Minaj
Imaginary though
Me and my guitar, looking at the stars
And I'm high as a star
Matter of fact, I'm high as far
Like stars are
But Charles is like Charizard, 3rd level up
Bout to burn them up, burning the devil up
Make the devil wanna cook with me
Matter of fact, open the book with me
See if you could look with me
Not a crook on the streets but a crook with the beats
I sample it
Bob James said Charles can't handle it
So I flipped it a couple different ways
Making niggas change the channel quick

[Outro]
I know you hear the drums

I just wanted to have a little fun
This is the last album of 2010
I'll be surprised if anyone drop anything
One.
Uh!, I gotta a little more time, but...one verse
Let it run!

Saturday, January 12, 2013

I Talk To Myself A Lot (Inner Discussion)

[Verse 1]
You already know what my name is
About burn the American flag with flames from my mouth
A lot of shit changed since I came from the South
My brain maintains the strangest of clout
I believe in myself and remain a man patient
I can change the world but dammit I can't take it
When I entered Virginia, I walked around and couldn't help
But see these old plantations
Outside of Hampton, spirit of the slave dancing
They glancing, saying "Charles, take chances"
I hate standing, I float through time
So check your watch, I am supposed to shine
I'm far from below rock bottom
Rocks looking down like "Nigga get up cause this is your luck"
Hendrix died from a Hendrix high
To spend his time inside this rhyme and say

[Hook]
The weaker I feel, the stronger I am
I'm keeping it real, it's all in my hands
So why am I afraid of my own reflection
My pain is of my own collection

[Verse 2]
I spent my whole life trying to find people that love me
Get in the game that is a bunch of clones of me
Fucking ugly, I ain't the cutest
But fuck if a nigga say that I ain't the truest
If I ain't Sonic, then the sky ain't the bluest
Stupid, that's why I'm making music
The sky reflects off of the season
The music of mind reflects off of me
Respect Charles and breathe, the two things you need to do
Cause who else gon believe in you like me
Keep it funky like I'm standing in shit
So hot that I'm cool, needed fans to exist
Damn, I'm legit
Truth be told I don't need groupie hoes chilling on they groupie shows
If you mad, then I know your intentions
My D is on point like I roll with the pistons

[Hook]
The weaker I feel, the stronger I am
I'm keeping it real, it's all in my hands
So why am I afraid of my own reflection
My pain is of my own collection

[Verse 3]
Angels over me, demons next to me
Wonder why I don't believe in ecstasy?
But if I had some decent respect for me
I could be my destiny and be what you'll never be
If you use other people to rise
I see the real you looking deep in your eyes
No reason for lies, I needed to shine
To achieve the dream, I'll store it deep in my mind
I needed a time to prove to myself
That my greatest weapon is when I'm using myself
And I didn't go to school for this help
I broke all of the rules, cause I knew for myself
The power of positive thinking
Growing up negative, praying for a positive inkling
Charles Hamilton, call me the inkling

[Hook]
The weaker I feel, the stronger I am
I'm keeping it real, it's all in my hands
So why am I afraid of my own reflection
My pain is in my own collection


Sometimes I just wanna scream
And just make everybody feel where I'm coming from
I don't think anybody will understand
At any given point in time
How real shit is to me
I will do music as long as I can breathe
And I pray right now, that if I should die
That my spirit can be in the air and people can still feel me
But since I'm alive, imma let my music be my spirit...forever
Maybe I am crazy, maybe everybody got it right
Maybe I got it wrong
But you know what? It's me
There's only one me
So therefore I'm the only one with the mind I got
I put that on everything
I was born with it, I'll die with it

Charles Hamilton

Friday, January 11, 2013

I Jump The Gun Too Often (Q and A)

I've been real quiet lately
I just wanna be honest with everybody
About a few things, a couple of emotions
Then we can get it going
Check 1, 2

[Verse 1]
The resurrection of the martyr
Respect that I'm smarter
Resting was hard, being a peasant was harder
The peasant made the beat
The boss pardoned the barter
No excuses, I've been beckoned to rep Harlem
F to the R to the -ESH when I'm stepping
I wreck what you wrecking when I step on it like "Pardon"
Took a vacation that I didn't wanna take
Keep it 100, I wanted to plummet, come and play
From the runway to what some say
Is the biggest mistake that I'll regret one day
Yep, dumb way to say domestic violence is wrong
But no rubbing my jaw while I'm writing this song
Sing along, try to be the new Bob Dylan
Breaking through Tupac's ceiling
I do not kill, but if you knew my feelings
You would stop grilling, my dude, I;m chilling

[Hook]
Curiosity killed the cat
We in the afterlife, how real is that
You said I can't blog, but I still could rap
So imma make y'all feel this track

You got questions, I got answers
You got questions, I got answers

[Verse 2]
I disrespected management
Sick of the disrespect in Hamilton
I had a vision, yes, with plans for them
Took the rights of passage before I had to
I won't do it again, so who asked you?
Bad move, then I pissed off House Shoes
Niggas ain't like me before but they would now shoot
If I'm in their town, ooh
When it comes to pissing mad people off, I wrote the how to
Instead of telling him to die with a dick in his eye
I apologize, say hi and kiss him goodnight
As for Black Spade, must've had a bad day
So what I stole his beat? Fuck it, the track's great
After that bar, mad hate
The album was free, use it as an ashtray
No more Rihanna talk, it was a phase
She can have Ye, right now I'm on the cash chase

[Hook]
Curiosity killed the cat
We in the afterlife, how real is that
You said I can't blog, but I still could rap
So imma make y'all feel this track

You got questions, I got answers
You got questions, I got answers

Standing right here with the firing squad
Eyes blindfolded, hands tied behind my back
Shoot

Charles Hamilton

I Hate Being Categorized (Mosh Pit Barbie)

This about to be somebody anthem
Somebody gon feel this
I don't need a stylist

(*Hyping up the track*)

[Verse 1]
They want to dress me, they wanna style me
So they can nail me and they could file me
Not like I'm sexy, foul me
So baby let's see, who wanna dial me?
Clean me up, beat me down, let me dress fly
Only put eye shadow on my left eye
Where my Jordan's at? My Louis shades on
And I stay grown, I used to stay home
Now I ain't got a choice, I'm going out
I know it then, I knew it now
When I'm showing up (up), then it's going down
I'm a fucking motormouth
Look at my blouse, I mean my button down
Still trying to figure out why there's no love around
OK, I hope you feel that
Let's go, that oughta kill that

[Hook]
Mosh Pit Barbie with an attitude to match
Attitude to match, attitude to match
Mosh Pit Barbie with a rabbit in a hat
Rabbit in a hat, rabbit in a hat

Paper or Plastic?
Paper or Plastic?
Paper or Plastic?
Paper or Plastic?

She getting money, so give her credit

Paper or Plastic?
Paper or Plastic?

[Verse 2]
I just hop out of bed, put my clothes on
I don't need to take a shower so what's up?
But naw, I'm getting money so I shower every hour
How are you doing? What's your day like?
I don't play nice cause I am way nice
The little baby that's as smart as the industry
But why should I sleep on all of my marketability
This sample...so proper
It'd never get cleared even though it's aqua
I wish I had beats from the doctor
That are not headphones, gotcha
She used to be a loner with all the gothers
Now she need a bodyguard like Costner
Who would've thought that her ambitions would've cost her
The hood mad that they lost her

[Hook/Outro]
Mosh Pit Barbie with an attitude to match
Attitude to match, attitude to match
Mosh Pit Barbie with a rabbit in a hat
Rabbit in a hat, rabbit in a hat

Paper or Plastic?
Paper or Plastic?
Paper or Plastic?
Paper or Plastic?

She getting money, so give her credit

Paper or Plastic?
Paper or Plastic?

Can't treat me like a doll forever
Can't treat me like a doll forever
One of us falls, all together
Can't treat me like a doll forever
Can't treat me like a doll forever
Can't treat me like a doll forever
One of us falls, all together
Can't treat me like a doll forever

Mosh Pit Barbie with an attitude to match
Attitude to match, attitude to match
Mosh Pit Barbie with a rabbit in a hat
Rabbit in a hat, rabbit in a hat

Paper or Plastic?
Paper or Plastic?
Paper or Plastic?
Paper or Plastic?

She getting money, so give her credit

Paper or Plastic?
Paper or Plastic?