Verse 1:
I created verb-noun ??? (The most beautifullest s***)
I make up like foundation, now who you facing?
The waterproof emcee,
Ras blessed the mic faster than Ramadan in mach 3
Get off my d***, n****
And tell your b**** to come here
And stick your d*** in your eardrum and f*** what you heard (Yeah)
Fa sheezy, articulate drama
Multiple lacerations between consecutive commas
I like my ill nana wet, my martini dry
Whippin' a BMW 540-I (drunk driving Miss Daisy)
Devil in a blue dress packing heat
While I'm doing doughnuts in the middle of the street
My middle east metaphors motivate religious wars
Jah-hah (plus some other middle east dialect)
Get it popping like Felicia and Amhad Rashad
Keep my game face on like a goalie
So stick yourself, Pretty Tony
Chorus:
You, you are, you conceited b****** (8x)
Verse 2:
(We still got some non-believers) So I'ma drop the bomb
Like the one-armed wide reciever
See we be off the hook like (busy signal from phone)
Criminally insana, my brain do the Macarena
Attack the varicose vanity who spin cancer
Rhetorical question, a hypothetical answer
Wouldn't swallow my tongue at a seizure
Speak my mind at my leisure
Living singe with more hoes than Khadijah
And when I'm bent, it's the circus without a tent
Clowning all baby-face a** n***** who love hoes and pay rent
Give a chicken six cents for Gucci boots (Hell no!)
I rather mop the floor at a peep show
What part of "I'm the s***?" don't you understand? (Gooby b****)
Your favorite rapper is a Ras Kass fan
So, how many d***s do I flip on the daily?
Many money, just give me plenty Henny Remmy
Chorus: 8x again
Verse 3:
(Well, that's true) d***, skippy
I put that on everything I love
Like when Lucy was f****** Ricky
Got more stripes than Adidas
I'm cavy like fish fetus
See money snit and bullshit out-run cheetahs
Too much perputrating, not enough lyricism
Indo got you believing what your pen do
Faking pugilism, the evil you claim you and your man do
With a gloc, when you least likely to red dot a 7-up can
My man, understand, I got connections
So much doe in my pocket, I give my girl a yeast infection
I'm big-headed like babies with down syndrome
Is you a playa from the Himalyas with Jerome-rome
This one girl tried to Billy Jean me
But I was wearing two rubbers
So name that n****, Whodini (laughing)
Controversal reversal, this is my planet
You just a Reebok commercial
Chorus
What, n****, check, check, yeah
Uh, huh, yeah, yeah
This goes out to all the critics
You can suck the didick
Check this out for all the b****** to the radio
Don't hate me though, you don't know me
I created verb-noun ??? (The most beautifullest s***)
I make up like foundation, now who you facing?
The waterproof emcee,
Ras blessed the mic faster than Ramadan in mach 3
Get off my d***, n****
And tell your b**** to come here
And stick your d*** in your eardrum and f*** what you heard (Yeah)
Fa sheezy, articulate drama
Multiple lacerations between consecutive commas
I like my ill nana wet, my martini dry
Whippin' a BMW 540-I (drunk driving Miss Daisy)
Devil in a blue dress packing heat
While I'm doing doughnuts in the middle of the street
My middle east metaphors motivate religious wars
Jah-hah (plus some other middle east dialect)
Get it popping like Felicia and Amhad Rashad
Keep my game face on like a goalie
So stick yourself, Pretty Tony
Chorus:
You, you are, you conceited b****** (8x)
Verse 2:
(We still got some non-believers) So I'ma drop the bomb
Like the one-armed wide reciever
See we be off the hook like (busy signal from phone)
Criminally insana, my brain do the Macarena
Attack the varicose vanity who spin cancer
Rhetorical question, a hypothetical answer
Wouldn't swallow my tongue at a seizure
Speak my mind at my leisure
Living singe with more hoes than Khadijah
And when I'm bent, it's the circus without a tent
Clowning all baby-face a** n***** who love hoes and pay rent
Give a chicken six cents for Gucci boots (Hell no!)
I rather mop the floor at a peep show
What part of "I'm the s***?" don't you understand? (Gooby b****)
Your favorite rapper is a Ras Kass fan
So, how many d***s do I flip on the daily?
Many money, just give me plenty Henny Remmy
Chorus: 8x again
Verse 3:
(Well, that's true) d***, skippy
I put that on everything I love
Like when Lucy was f****** Ricky
Got more stripes than Adidas
I'm cavy like fish fetus
See money snit and bullshit out-run cheetahs
Too much perputrating, not enough lyricism
Indo got you believing what your pen do
Faking pugilism, the evil you claim you and your man do
With a gloc, when you least likely to red dot a 7-up can
My man, understand, I got connections
So much doe in my pocket, I give my girl a yeast infection
I'm big-headed like babies with down syndrome
Is you a playa from the Himalyas with Jerome-rome
This one girl tried to Billy Jean me
But I was wearing two rubbers
So name that n****, Whodini (laughing)
Controversal reversal, this is my planet
You just a Reebok commercial
Chorus
What, n****, check, check, yeah
Uh, huh, yeah, yeah
This goes out to all the critics
You can suck the didick
Check this out for all the b****** to the radio
Don't hate me though, you don't know me