So nasty that it's probably somewhat of a travesty Having me then he told the people You can call me Your Majesty Keep your battery charge You know it won't stick, yo And it's not his fault you kick slow
Should've let your trick 'ho chick hold your sick glow Plus nobody couldn't do nothin' once he let the brick go And you know I know that's a bunch of snow The beat is so butter Peep the slow cutter
As he utters the calm flow Don't talk about my moms, yo Sometimes he rhyme quick, sometimes he rhyme slow And vice versa Whip up a slice of nice verse pie Hit it on the first try Villain: The Worst Guy
Spot hot tracks like spot a pair of fat asses Shots of the scotch from out of square shot glasses And he won't stop 'till he got the masses An' show 'em what they know now through flows of hot molasses
Do it like a robot to headspin to boogaloo Took a few minutes to convince the average bug-a-boo It's ugly, like look at you! It's a damn shame Just remember All Caps when you spell the man name
And you know it like a poet, like baby doll I bet she tried to say she gave me her all, she played ball All bets off! The Villain got the dice rigged And they say he accosted the man with the sliced wig
Allegedly; the investigation is still ongoing In this pesky inition he gots the best con flowin' The pot doubles, now they really got troubles Madman never go *pop*!, like snot bubblesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
