Eamon Quotes

Hey trick
Better start actin' right (Whoa oh)
Oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh oh oh
Swallow
You know that it's tastin' right (Whoa oh)
Oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh oh oh

There's so much bullshit around now in pop and hip-hop, and everybody's talking about the same fucking shit, like get the fuck outta here. That shit is horrible. I don't hate anybody, but that shit pisses me off. It's bullshit. So I wanna change things up and make people go, "Aw, man, this is the hot shit. Eamon talks from the heart. He's real."

Smokin'
Drinkin'
Livin'
Laughin'
Fuckin'
Buggin'
Lovin'
Singin'
Spendin'
Chillin'
Bonin'
Moanin'

I ain't got a fancy car I own
'Cause I done put millions up my nose
I ain't got a uptown lavish flat
I've signed some bad contracts

See, I would fly a million miles on the worst airline (Coach!)
All around the world
Just to see your frown
Turn into a smile

I may not be your man, baby
But you know I'm drivin' you crazy
That's why you'll fuck with me for the rest of your life (Rest of your life)
I know you're lovin' the sex
Swallow it up; it's better than X
That's why you're stuck with me for the rest of your life (Rest of your life)

I call [my music] ho-wop. It's the flavor of hip-hop, the flavor of doo-wop, and hoes.

So I seen chickens, started spittin'
Got me thinkin', "Should I let her ride the dick tonight?"
Fuck that, put her in the back
Let her yap 'cause she know I'm 'bout to lay the pipe
Start buggin' when I'm clubbin'
Do I really need the hooker hangin' by my side?
Pulled over; shit, I fucked her quick
Then kicked her out my ride

See, I don't (Who the fuck knows?)
Know why (Huh-huh)
You're sayin' that I snitched (I ain't no rat, bitch)
You're the dick-suckin', off-key skank bitch (Whoo!)

Don't know what ya talkin' 'bout, I'll always have hoes by my side
(Uh)
Smokin' blunts, gettin' drunk, stayin' high 'til the very last day I die
(Uh)
And there's nothing like new pussy, so there's no worries 'bout wives
(Yeah)
And there ain't nobody out there gonna tell me how to live my life

I love them hoes, love them hoes, love them hoes
I love them hoes, love them hoes, love them hoes
I love them hoes, love them hoes, love them hoes
I love them—ooh!—hoes

When I met you, everything seemed right
But the truth is you fucked on the first night
It sank in slow; now I know you're a ho
Yo, I shoulda listened when my friends told me so

[In New York there are a lot of Irish-Italians because there] are a lot of Irish and a lot of Italians and they fuck each other.

Famous friends don't call me no more
And I ain't on sold-out arena tours
I don't got trap beats with mumble rap
But, baby, I'm back

I pray and plead you go and get up and leave, girl
Go save yourself while there's time
Your mommy, daddy ain't approving of me, girl
So go and find that good fit, goodbye