Oh What are little boys made of?

What are little boys made of?

Snips, snails

And puppy-dogs' tails

That's what little boys are made of

I don’t know man… I wish… I wish I could just lay there…

And… be worshipped for it.

Big boy

You better get a grip and grow some

Meatballs

Slap em in the face until they

Need more

You better go out there and make the

Beat boil

It's time to show the world who's tha

Big boy

You can have big dreams but don't you

Sleep poor

Big man coming out of quicksand, a mix of dog and chimpanzee with a big plan (Pig Plan)

I got punchlines on demand, I call em lyrical shenanigans

But if it gets too hard I can still rebrand make millions sell that big shlong on only fans (oh)

Bump up the faders put a low pass on the haters (yeah)

Dodging the tomatoes got that Peter Parker radar

Don't put me to the test I'm an alpha not a beta

I'm here for the conquest, like an italian sailor

Running after success until I'm hit with heart failure

Now Spread your damn legs girl and get that pussy catered

4 in the morning can't get no shut-eye pondering choices I'm thinking should I

Go all the way and transform into what I

Love to hate or stay true like a samurai

You love to act tough but I can tell you hide a lot of your weakness behind blue eyes

Obsessed with the buck but I know that coin got two sides

That typa shit'll make me wonder like who am I ?

Honestly at this point I don’t even know...

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So while you shopping wasting all you credit (all your credit)

I be choppin like my name was Frederic (Chopin)

You can bump this in a brand new Lexus

Or in a taxi the chorus so infections (yeah)

Fuck on the backseat like Miller in Sexus (yeah)

I'm trying to stay happy eating pussy for breakfast

Then I gotta exit, oh shit the beat, I think I just got it pregnant

But she caught me in a snare when she gave me the clap

I'm just craving for stares, but not the ones in your flat

A living nightmare, only at peace when I nap

Self hating white male I don't even think I should rap

But I'm addicted this shit better than reefer

I'm a victim, but thank God not a Preacher's

I sip gin till I'm a whole different creature

Yelling at a wall like it's a sold out arena

I do it all for fame, I'm a self obsessed diva (Yeaaah)

I am now a hurricane call me Katrina

I'm going away hop in la macchina

And if I ever get afraid, well then Imma be a

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