Fire Drill from Endless Recess by Grossman

Intro: [x2]
Attention students! This is a scheduled fire drill, do not panic.
Please leave all of your belongings in their respective areas and proceed to the nearest exit in a calm & orderly fashion.
We repeat, this is a drill.

Now stop, drop. And rock!
HaHaHaHaHa…

Verse 1:
There’s smoke in the room son.
I’m bout to consume some.
Two tonnes of soot so toodaloo too to my two lungs.
I’m feeling ooh umm, a lil too drunk.
Off this 151 and Caribou Lou rum.

You come, you done son, & try to wreck it.
You son too dumb you come from but never sheket.
Shut up!

You huns, move thum buns and get to Make it.
Jew tongue: Two-some fun is getting naked
Shake it.

And just extinguish it, shake & flick & spin with it.
In a sense innocent it isn’t, listen chick, get into it.

And then get out of it, shrug then shake it out a bit.
How many Debby Downers can get down, cuz I’m about a chick.

That is you too, but this is just a drill.
I got that Jew-Flu. Achoo! I fucking kill.
Enza - Tens o mens pretenders friends and friends of.
To end the. That kid with “Affluenza”

Hook: (x2)
It was hot & now let’s get into the cold sweats.
We’ve only just begun giving you the chills.
Now don’t stop, don’t drop don’t roll yet.
We’ve only just begun giving you the drill.

Verse 2:
Now stop drop and rock. Roll with the rhythm.
Give ‘em.

All you got until there’s holes in the ceiling.
Seal ‘em.

It’s getting hot & there’s a whole lotta women.
Bring ‘em.

Into the cold until they’re holding their jizzum.
Jizz in.

Haha kiddin’ I’ma troll under bridges.
Britches.

I gotta hold ‘cause there’s holes in my knickers
Stitch it.

Now pay the toll if you’re holdin the riches.
Bitches fold for the gold and perform for the dick, it sickens.

I’d have figured I’d have fricken told you to listen.
So I stole all the rolls of the coals in the kitchen
Chicken.

Chicken wingin’. Wing it’s how I’m told to be living
Chicken little sitted on a frozen pole and he bit it.
Finished.

This is what you get when you enroll in my business
Ice cold shoes and you’re sold to the fishes.
Or some ice-cold brews, but who told you to lick it?

You did.
Yessir. Sir.
I’ma cold hearted bigot.

Hook (x2)

• Hip-Hop/Rap
• Instrumental Hip-Hop
• cover
• dig it out
• freestyle
• mayday
• strange music
• underground
• underground hip hop
• Toronto