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I'm jubilant with a stupid grin Which screw's loose where do you begin? I call my dude and I tell him what room I'm in then moon him From the window of the looney bin He's fuming, cause I'm really being rude again I ruin my connection to my human kin And so I'm movin' him to the kennel Settle down with the goof troop Snoop, and it's juice and gin Took my Tylenol And took a violent fall When I tried to crawl Up the asylum wall Watsky sippin' Carlo Rossi All the foxy ladies, I can drunk dial 'em all Because I can be in seventeen places at once While seventeen me's puff a hundred seventy blunts And while I'm chefin' in DC with Eric Holder I'm sharing marijuana with the mayor of Boulder Colorado, but the air is colder When I'm in the south pole, where the bears are polar I crap on the critics who deny my place Then wipe my ass with the fabric of time and space No flex zone, no flex zone They know better, they know better No flex zone, no flex zone They know better, they know better I know, the city, it be full of crap Plastic pretty women, hear my knuckles crack Out on Hollywood Boulevard poppin' those silicone humps Like it was a roll of bubble wrap I keep my fingernails sharp, and my mind too If a dog's gonna bark, then I'll find you But if you scratchin' on the bark of the wrong tree And I reach you then I'll eat you, I'm hungry Cause I don't care if you're a sex machine Little man, move along to the next vagine I could slide up in the west and I blessed the scene, the queen Here to flex on the next regime, my team Is impeccable, wrecking every consecutive sucker That wanna step up and knock us off the pedestal You're pitiful, lookin' just like the next goon Put 'em all on a rocket to Neptune No flex zone, no flex zone They know better, they know better No flex zone, no flex zone They know better, they know better Roll up to attend our bash And you get whiplash like a ten car crash With Kim Kardashian's ass, get a flash Passenger side of the Jaguar's dash I come through late like Dre with Detox If these elite jocks, I'll say we're ewoks Chumps with wee cocks, pull up your knee socks Then pump your Reeboks, then jump the tree tops Skin tone fair, syndrome rare The peasant is unpleasant but the king don't care Let them all call like my ringtone blare While the beat bump, bump like a ingrown hair Bump, bump like a ingrown, bump like a ingrown Bump, bump, bump like a ingrown hair Cut through the jungle in the middle of nowhere I'm steady with my machete, I'm ready to go there I be rubbin' my nipples, givin' the public a sample Of my ridiculous and jiggly bubbly personality Hit 'em with the fatality, lickety-split A lot of petty people, they don't get the simplest shit They don't mean diddly squat, do they? Now riddle me that We be the pitbulls, nibble on these kittens and cats Eat 'em like Kibbles 'n Bits, leavin' them stiff on their back Give them a wag of the finger, never a tip of the cap We be the pick of the litter, keepin' it mentally locked I got a lot of opinions, more than a centipede's socks And I open up the door when my enemy knocks They're gonna be checkin' me, they're gonna be in the penalty box Lookin' a bit like a hockey player with a messed-up enamel And I be clickin' the button for the Discovery Channel Until I'm kickin' the bucket, so kiss my butt, I'm an animal And I get more hump than a couple of camels
Writer(s): Khalif Malik Ibin Shaman Brown, Aaquil Iben Shamon Brown, Michael Len Williams, Stephen Robert Hybicki, Asheton Terrence O Niel Hogan Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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