Talk Alota Shit Baker Ya Maker

[Chorus]
Oh yeah, I talk alota shit but I can back it up
Oh  yeah, I talk a lot
Oh  yeah, I talk a lot
Oh yeah, I talk alota shit but I can back it up
Super Saiyan God on your ass for actin' tough
Oh  yeah, I talk alota shit but I can back it up
Oh  yeah, I talk a lot
Oh yeah, I talk a lot
Oh  yeah, I talk alota shit but I can back it up
Super Saiyan God on your ass for actin' tough
Oh yeah, I talk alota shit but I can back it up
Oh yeah, I talk a lot
Oh  yeah, I talk a lot
Oh yeah, I talk alota shit but I can back it up
Samurai Jack blades to your back, no time to react

[Verse 1]
Come with the funk, I fuck with the funk
I like smokin' weed, I like gettin' drunk
Fuck as I want cause I don't give a fuck
Back in these hoes, and attracting these sluts
Middle finger up but it's a fucked world
I finger fuck a bitch and just mask your girl
Come from the park, deep in the dark
Grainy cuts from everywhere that I go
Breaker, break her, here comes the Baker
Robitussin, acres of vapors
[?] come up with a stranger
Mystic styles like pullin' a chamber
Hated by most but loved by your bitch
She answer your call but she sucking my dick
Loving this shit, how far can you get?
Smoking a blunt as she swallows my kids
Game over, yet, I fold your bitch, I thought I told ya
Too lame for these lanes
A dick for these hoes
Hatin' from South Florida
Dark as the streets, it's the night of the creeps
Walking dead only leaving the beast
The mark of the beast, the six as they speak
[?] knees six feet
Deep, a reason for no one to speak
Sleep, internally pressing the weak
Your love for bitches, I leave them in stitches
And make they hoes kiss my feet
Super Saiyan God, bitches on my knob
I get [?] never to be found, I'm too far gone