I’m a walkin doomsday device

I’m only open on tuesdays aight

I’m goin thru some mood swangs tonight

Cuz on my plate I got 2 grains of rice

And I was cool but that mood ain’t suffice

So now I move up the food chain precise

I’m a walkin doomsday device

You would do the same if it was your life

I ride around pinned

Never letting the gas off

Smelling all expensive while I’m laughing my ass off

Listen twinkle toes this is not for

The faint of the heart

And never stick your chin out

If you’re really a glass jaw

What the fuck you looking at

Like we have a dance off

Soon as it get the shakin

You start taking your pants off

Im rough around the edges

Like the crust on a toasted sandwich

You and your man’s on a train

When I toast a sandwich

Foil whatever your plan is

Candid camera doing damage lookin like

Macho Man Randy Savage

The WaveRunner got a hell of a throttle

It’s impossible for me to Topple

Even if I wobble

I hold the title for being the number one

Give a f#!? Where you from

When you end up in a shipping and drum Listen dun when I let the missile run

Fun, and I open the oven door

When the chickens done

I’m clocking in for my shift

We break it down put it in a bag

Just like Colombian bricks

Soon as a hammer fall that I’m managin ova Legally speakin long as we meetin the quota Box of envelopes, book of stamps

Crooked dance homie told me to take over So then I took command

So it’s a big idea? I see you plottin

The thought of dying in fear

Got you sicker than diarrhea

Pull out a box of Roman candles

Like a episode of Sopranos

And make it hot

Like the bottom of beach sandals

Feel the heat with the top on

And turn you upside down and mop the floor wit you pinche cabron

The shit that I’m on, it’s nonstoppin

A full head of steam

And downhill on a toboggan Its no problem, I’m globetrottin and hotdoggin

They thought I was chief the way they hopping out the moccasin

I see the opposite and it’s a problem

City of Gotham

I’m slicing potato heads au gratin

And take a long walk off a short dock

And I have a deformed brain from watching A orange clock

I’m a walkin doomsday device

I’m only open on tuesdays aight

I’m goin thru some mood swangs tonight

Cuz on my plate I got 2 grains of rice

And I was cool but that mood ain’t suffice

So now I move up the food chain precise

I’m a walkin doomsday device

You would do the same if it was your life