Philosopher's Throne

(ToJamGoingHam)

I pull off with my **** finna throw a fit

I pull up on a bitch, I don't say shit, she gettin' in

But I had to kick her out 'cause I ain't tell her ass to get in

I embarrass her in front of her little friends

You see I do a lot of shit now just because I can

I could kill a man with my bare fuckin' hands

And I don't need a gun to fuckin' help with my defense

You play with me, I'll hang 'em up on the front fence

Leave it up to me, I'm Terrortuga Man, the prince

And I don't give a fuck about nothin' but a spliff

You switch it back to us, my whole squad smokin' ghost dust shit

Couldn't pull my damn blunt with a tow truck

Leave it up to me, I smoke the whole thing

One puff I had enough

I ain't finna mingle with no fuck boy

Which one I'ma hit first when I come for 'em?

Can't sit back, bitch I'm tryna go and look for 'em

Squad said, "Chill man, them lil' **** ain't that important"

I said, "Yeah you right my boy", now it's time to get to smoking

See me on a mountain looking out, I'm cold as Nova Scotia

You can sip some lean, little bitch I drink my own potion

All these lil' **** don't even know where they goin'

I trip a fool so easily 'cause he don't know what he doin'

I make a new tag and lay that up on you prick ****

Don't come asking me 'bout shit, I don't talk about nothin' ****

I think I've seen too much, I'm trapped inside a trip, ****

Now I be zoning in and zoning out until I see the children

Now I feel a little better, I'm smoking on the ceiling

I'm like Mifune, I ain't puny, I surround your building

It's just me and my shadow clones finna get 'em

You see me chillin' on a ship smokin' on a twister

She got respect for me look how she call me sir and mister

I'm like chill bitch, I'm young but I dig the gesture

Now pull up to the show, look like Limp Bizkit in it

You see the line too long, they think that Kurt Cobain up in it

I'm like the new Foo Fighter I don't like to fuck with ****

I been through shit that took the pain up off my whole picture

I turn the other cheek if she pass a swisher

I'm mister excellent philosopher professor

I'm not easily impressed I'm pressin' extra pressure

I pull up and make a hater wanna find the exit

I'm headed back to Texas but I ain't got no exes

Who is Rob Drydek's friend? Bitch I'm more reckless

I pull in doin' a hundred through whoever's section

I ain't switchin' back for nothin' Port Tortuga haven

I run this whole damn city 'cause nobody livin'

I clean the blood off my door 'cause here come the children

You give no fuck about no hater nor no imitator

When you the only damn captain sittin' at the table

You bitch