So nasty that it's probably somewhat of a travestyHaving me daily total people you can call me your majestyKeep your battery charged you know it won't stick, yoAnd it's not his fault you kick slow
Should've let your trick 'ho chick hold your sick glowPlus nobody couldn't do nothin' once he let the brick goAnd you know I know that's a bunch of snowThe beat is so butter, peep the slow cutter
As he utters the calm flow, don't talk about my mom, yo(Hey mo fo)Sometimes he rhyme quick, sometimes he rhyme slowAnd vice versa, whip up a slice of nice verse pieHit it on the first try villain, the worst guy
Spot hot tracks like spot a pair of fat assesShots of the scotch from out of square shot glassesAnd he won't stop till he got the massesAn' show 'em what they know now through flows of hot molasses
Do it like the robot to headspin to boogalooTook a few minutes to convince the average bug a booIt's ugly, like look at you, it's a damn shameJust remember all caps when you spell the man name
And you know it like a poet, like baby dollI bet she tried to say she gave me her all, she played ballAll bets off, the villain got the dice riggedAnd they say he accosted the man with the sliced wig
Allegedly the investigation is still ongoin'In this pesky ignition he gots the best con flowin'The pot doubles, now they really got troublesMadman never go, like snot bubbles
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