So nasty that it's probably somewhat of a travesty having me Daily told the people "You can call me Your Majesty!" Keep your battery charged You ...
So nasty that it's probably somewhat of a travesty having me Daily told the people "You can call me Your Majesty!" Keep your battery charged 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 utter the calm flow (Your mother) Don't talk about my moms, yo Sometimes he rhyme quick, sometimes he rhyme slow Or 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 'til he got the masses And show 'em what they know not through flows of hot molasses Do it like the 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 nation he gots the best con flowin' The pot doubles, now they really got troubles Madman never go *pop!* like snot bubbles
writers: JACKSON, OTIS / THOMPSON, DANIEL DUMILE N
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