Ready for war like a bigoted fascist Anybody who copies probably getting they ass kicked I'll pass a record set for Cassius Clay Call it a day and booty call out to my favorite actress Practice propelling the selling of plastics Take off fat shit on anybody who lacks this Wipe my ass clean across the bridge of they nose Humiliation just about as quick as switching the flow I run a pick and roll that makes Malone look like a new bone Don't ever get left alone I'll rip your tongue out with a shoehorn Sell it on Craigslist Then reap the benefits, get you on Letterman Let him evict you from your tenement Some folks say they can't believe he got gutter Sorta like Fabio, can't believe it's not butter I didn't stutter, I utterly send you asunder Planted in an acre, just me and your baby's mother You grew up sequestered, like a rotten essay So my phone makes you reel back, like a punch in the face I'm cutting the cake, but that's what make me happy I'll settle for lappy tappy, and some lunch on a date I'll disobey you with your gender So I should remember your name, like batter Saturday night Lafayette or Flay, I always am Fuck if you should wait, you stand out of control Politics, war, and religion Cause I got something to say at the moment It's copyrighted, so no, you may not quote it I take drugs daily, which happen to be voted And I am a law dude, you might like to know this But see, for the most part, I'm a mellow man Who kicks kids in their heads when they do handstands Ah, shit, damn, look, I'm sorry I broke your space, man But I'd do it again, actually, can you stand on your ass too?