[Intro]
Quit lying to yourself, you know I'm the shit
Hey man I thought you were gonna quit rapping, what happened?
Skinny jeans are gay
[Verse 1]
I roll my weed up with tortillas, now check this
Every time I go to your girl's house, I get molested
I want a bitch that jacks me off with her feet, cooks breakfast
And never says shit, like phone sex with a deaf chick (Hello?)
I walk in the room and the haters say *heck no*
Got me looking like Michael Vick walking inside a Petco
You ain't fucking your girl right buddy, it's time to let go
I'll slap his ass so hard next week you'll hear the echo
They've stolen Honda Accords, welcome to Fresno
And your girl's optimistic, bitch, she never says no
She won't see my face for 20 minutes, the way I hit it
Oh you don't get it? Well let me give you a minute...
Time's up, step up your rhymes get home
'Cuz you rappers look the same, like kids with down syndrome
You better come down, before you get knocked the fuck out
Have people thinking you got jumped in and jumped out, what now (Ahahaha)
If a girl asks for money, she'll get more no's then that Fruit Loops bird
She'll get money when you hear Snoop screaming SuWoop word
Yeah I'm broke so good ahead and just hocus pocus
When I can't focus all I do is smoke and oh shit
I feel possessed by an angel when I inhale
Then I fly into heaven and drop my lungs off in hell
Can't stop coughing, feels like I swallowed a heater
My breath is having a hard time getting through, like fat bitches in theaters
I don't even hear rap, 'cuz most of it is doodoo
And you fools say gay shit, that's played out like Fubu
Who do you think you are? I leave bitches with more skid marks
Then driving drunk with bumblebees in the car *Tire screeching*
'Cuz I shit all over it bitch, mention my name and I'll be at your door like I am Jehovah's Witness
And I will not be knocking, bitch I will be kicking it
And stay there for a long ass time like we were kicking it
Quit lying to yourself, you know I'm the shit
Hey man I thought you were gonna quit rapping, what happened?
Skinny jeans are gay
[Verse 1]
I roll my weed up with tortillas, now check this
Every time I go to your girl's house, I get molested
I want a bitch that jacks me off with her feet, cooks breakfast
And never says shit, like phone sex with a deaf chick (Hello?)
I walk in the room and the haters say *heck no*
Got me looking like Michael Vick walking inside a Petco
You ain't fucking your girl right buddy, it's time to let go
I'll slap his ass so hard next week you'll hear the echo
They've stolen Honda Accords, welcome to Fresno
And your girl's optimistic, bitch, she never says no
She won't see my face for 20 minutes, the way I hit it
Oh you don't get it? Well let me give you a minute...
Time's up, step up your rhymes get home
'Cuz you rappers look the same, like kids with down syndrome
You better come down, before you get knocked the fuck out
Have people thinking you got jumped in and jumped out, what now (Ahahaha)
If a girl asks for money, she'll get more no's then that Fruit Loops bird
She'll get money when you hear Snoop screaming SuWoop word
Yeah I'm broke so good ahead and just hocus pocus
When I can't focus all I do is smoke and oh shit
I feel possessed by an angel when I inhale
Then I fly into heaven and drop my lungs off in hell
Can't stop coughing, feels like I swallowed a heater
My breath is having a hard time getting through, like fat bitches in theaters
I don't even hear rap, 'cuz most of it is doodoo
And you fools say gay shit, that's played out like Fubu
Who do you think you are? I leave bitches with more skid marks
Then driving drunk with bumblebees in the car *Tire screeching*
'Cuz I shit all over it bitch, mention my name and I'll be at your door like I am Jehovah's Witness
And I will not be knocking, bitch I will be kicking it
And stay there for a long ass time like we were kicking it
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