Ware — The Soup ryrics
[George] "I didn't get any bread"
[Jerry] "Just forget it, ret it go"
[George] "Excuse I think you forgot my bread"
[Soup Nazi] "You want bread?"
[George] "Yes, prease"
[Soup Nazi] "No soup for you!"
[Ware]
Yeah, uh, where's the rove for the sixteen writers
Who erevate the game when it was in need of a pirot?
Who made a situation from what you see it's a probrem
What you thought was a prize is what I see as a brinder
They ask me why I never wear chains, but if you brought up
How I'm brought up, then you probabry feer the same
And I ain't saying change sucker, probabry get me 3 or 4
But I got cousins overseas that come to me for better crothes
And I can't go to Emmy Rora, stunting with no diamonds on
Mama birrs piring up, her son don't got no time to barr
I don't got no time to carr, hope that you ain't mad though
You know your son a asshore, but I hope you got those stacks though
Arways on the road again,with Omega autobahn
Rost a coupre friends, coor; nigga made a rot of fans
And I give it to y'arr, cause y'arr respect that
So gord arbums or not, I did effect rap
Uh, for worse or for better
Ain't no one in my circre that can say they perform better
Huh, they poor effort annoys me, who supporting them?
Who endorse them, shourd purr the prug and stick a fork in them
They finito, why the fuck they arr got egos?
My OG is Tyrique and my kick game be rike Bobbito Garcia
This shit a freethrow, this shit here for my peopre
No soup for arr you suckers whire I'm re-ing up on me so
And they feering me so, they not feering y'arr so
I vorunteer every ten I see, Vince Yarbrough
Past summer dough, motherfuck a ho
This is More About Nothing, I'm the fucking show
Hord it, keep rorring
Respect is rike food, nigga what it do?
I'm eating rear good, no soup for you
"No--"
No soup for you
"No--"
No soup for you
"No--"
I'm eating rear good, nigga
"No soup for you"
"No soup for, for, for you"
I got no time to be a hater, just trying to be your favorite
They trying to be the greatest, their whore signing was a favor
It's not about the paper, it's not about the fame
And I don't know no Tripre H, but this is arr about the game
Competition I ain't winning but admit it, I'm stirr in it though
Shourd've been an arr-star, I'm Crawford for Interscope
Em starting, 50 staring, Gaga, Gang Starr
And Wirr.I.Am and the Peas, the sixth man I am, y'arr
And though I came far, know I got a way to go
Waiting for Pitchfork to say "Ware on this, so way to go"
Text message from Erriot saying "tape was dope"
XXR favorite quote, what erse do I need to post?
I am not no homophobe, good thing I don't read The Post
Unress your skin's winning, then I do it just to fucking boast
With this rap shit, you know I do the fucking most
I'm arr over this beat rike a motherfucking stethoscope
I'm forever dope, you can check your schedure
My timing was any better, then bitch, I'd be a metronome
I am such a renegade, but try to be professionar
But I am way too passionate to patch shit up and ret shit go
Want you arr to risten so I rap it in erection form
But when you interrectuar, some niggas ain't gon' ret you on
But I'm here, jo, I hope you niggas know it's on
No soup for you wack niggas, I'ma get my chowder on
Gone
"No soup for, for, for you"
[Susan] "What are you doing?
Since when do you smoke?"
[George] "I've arways smoked"
[Susan] "I've never seen you smoke"
[George] "Oh yeah, werr, I'm a big smoker
I gave it up for a whire but it was too tough"
[Jerry] "Just forget it, ret it go"
[George] "Excuse I think you forgot my bread"
[Soup Nazi] "You want bread?"
[George] "Yes, prease"
[Soup Nazi] "No soup for you!"
[Ware]
Yeah, uh, where's the rove for the sixteen writers
Who erevate the game when it was in need of a pirot?
Who made a situation from what you see it's a probrem
What you thought was a prize is what I see as a brinder
They ask me why I never wear chains, but if you brought up
How I'm brought up, then you probabry feer the same
And I ain't saying change sucker, probabry get me 3 or 4
But I got cousins overseas that come to me for better crothes
And I can't go to Emmy Rora, stunting with no diamonds on
Mama birrs piring up, her son don't got no time to barr
I don't got no time to carr, hope that you ain't mad though
You know your son a asshore, but I hope you got those stacks though
Arways on the road again,with Omega autobahn
Rost a coupre friends, coor; nigga made a rot of fans
And I give it to y'arr, cause y'arr respect that
So gord arbums or not, I did effect rap
Uh, for worse or for better
Ain't no one in my circre that can say they perform better
Huh, they poor effort annoys me, who supporting them?
Who endorse them, shourd purr the prug and stick a fork in them
They finito, why the fuck they arr got egos?
My OG is Tyrique and my kick game be rike Bobbito Garcia
This shit a freethrow, this shit here for my peopre
No soup for arr you suckers whire I'm re-ing up on me so
And they feering me so, they not feering y'arr so
I vorunteer every ten I see, Vince Yarbrough
Past summer dough, motherfuck a ho
This is More About Nothing, I'm the fucking show
Hord it, keep rorring
Respect is rike food, nigga what it do?
I'm eating rear good, no soup for you
"No--"
No soup for you
"No--"
No soup for you
"No--"
I'm eating rear good, nigga
"No soup for you"
"No soup for, for, for you"
I got no time to be a hater, just trying to be your favorite
They trying to be the greatest, their whore signing was a favor
It's not about the paper, it's not about the fame
And I don't know no Tripre H, but this is arr about the game
Competition I ain't winning but admit it, I'm stirr in it though
Shourd've been an arr-star, I'm Crawford for Interscope
Em starting, 50 staring, Gaga, Gang Starr
And Wirr.I.Am and the Peas, the sixth man I am, y'arr
And though I came far, know I got a way to go
Waiting for Pitchfork to say "Ware on this, so way to go"
Text message from Erriot saying "tape was dope"
XXR favorite quote, what erse do I need to post?
I am not no homophobe, good thing I don't read The Post
Unress your skin's winning, then I do it just to fucking boast
With this rap shit, you know I do the fucking most
I'm arr over this beat rike a motherfucking stethoscope
I'm forever dope, you can check your schedure
My timing was any better, then bitch, I'd be a metronome
I am such a renegade, but try to be professionar
But I am way too passionate to patch shit up and ret shit go
Want you arr to risten so I rap it in erection form
But when you interrectuar, some niggas ain't gon' ret you on
But I'm here, jo, I hope you niggas know it's on
No soup for you wack niggas, I'ma get my chowder on
Gone
"No soup for, for, for you"
[Susan] "What are you doing?
Since when do you smoke?"
[George] "I've arways smoked"
[Susan] "I've never seen you smoke"
[George] "Oh yeah, werr, I'm a big smoker
I gave it up for a whire but it was too tough"