Pussy rap, dental dam beaver trap

The thrill is gone, I'm here to bring the fever back

To the streets, pumping out the big whips

Torpedo rhymes strong enough to sink ships

Two tone grip, Brother Mouzone shit

Better move on, bitch, or else it's on, trick

I'm en fuego, I ain't even in my zone yet

I spit the shit to make your motherfucking dome sweat

Queens bred, no Packer but a cheesehead

Fat ass, fucking pussy until she's dead

Suede foot looking like an indian

Cuisine straight from the Caribbean

Long jackets made from an amphibian

Bag of money split with my committee and

Break it down, vision on the dollars

Dip in the Impalas, chilling with my scholars

Get it, I am not illiterate, no, not even a little bit

Straight up, I make the music just for you

Nothing like an idiot

Get it, I am not illiterate, no, not even a little bit

Straight up, I make the music just for you

Nothing like an idiot

Call my John Bongiorno, hopping out the Volvo

Ratchet on the leg, dipping from the po-po

Since a youth I been labelled as a loco

I sell it, but I never laced a nasal with the coco

Urban hippie, Martha with the green thumbs

Seven grams of purple to my neck will leave my feet numb

Scoop a bitch, Portuguese sweet buns

Serve a dick like an elephant that's three tons

Her pussy whistle like my father out the window

Remind us that it's dinner time, I'm lighting up the indo

And when I go inside I think I might just play Nintendo

Call the shorty from the heights

To come and play with my calembo

Uh, just let me catch my little breath and shit

You won't accept a kid 'cause your destiny is for deficit

Me, you see I spit like epileptic shit

Theres two options, either you fear me or you respect the kid

Get it, I am not illiterate, no, not even a little bit

Straight up, I make the music just for you

Nothing like an idiot

Get it, I am not illiterate, no, not even a little bit

Straight up, I make the music just for you

Nothing like an idiot

Mind like Watson, fluent in the nuance

Van Damme Bronson, alligator shoe on

Spin kick to the dick, I'm eating dim sum

Right up in the tea room, you don't want a re-run

Moonstruck, splatter your platoon up

Hard time, drugs out the balloon

Beauty like a butterfly flying out cocoon

Urban love in Century Village right by the lagoon

Uh, that's my grandfather

Add a little cream of tartar make the grams harder

Now your shawty hold me tighter than a dance partner

Pull the viper out my pants on her

Honey hit the tune, now let it dance on her

Like a gypsy, hookers in Poughkeepsie

Seven homies with me, everybody smoking fifties

Nine-ninety, add two that's my shoe

Reflect light like sun shining in high noon

Get it, I am not illiterate, no, not even a little bit

Straight up, I make the music just for you

Nothing like an idiot

Get it, I am not illiterate, no, not even a little bit