I created verb noun ??? (The most beautifullest shit)
 I make up like foundation  now who you facing?
 The waterproof emcee
 Ras blessed the mic faster than Ramadan in mach 3
 Get off my dick  nigga
 And tell your bitch to come here
 And stick your dick in your eardrum and fuck what you heard (Yeah)
 Fa sheezy  articulate drama
 Multiple lacerations between consecutive commas
 I like my ill nana wet, my martini dry
 Whippin' a BMW 540-I (drunk driving Miss Daisy)
 Devil in a blue dress packing heat
 While I'm doing doughnuts in the middle of the street
 My middle east metaphors motivate religious wars
 Jah-hah (plus some other middle east dialect)
 Get it popping like Felicia and Amhad Rashad
 Keep my game face on like a Goat
 So stick yourself, Pretty Tony

 Chorus:
 You, you are, you conceited bastard (8x)


 Verse 2:

 (We still got some non-believers) So I'ma drop the bomb
 Like the one-armed wide reciever
 See we be off the hook like (busy signal from phone)
 Criminally insana, my brain do the Macarena
 Attack the varicose vanity who spin cancer
 Rhetorical question, a hypothetical answer
 Wouldn't swallow my tongue at a seizure
 Speak my mind at my leisure
 Living singe with more hoes than Khadijah
 And when I'm bent, it's the circus without a tent
 Clowning all baby-face ass niggas who love hoes and pay rent
 Give a chicken six cents for Gucci boots (Hell no!)
 I rather mop the floor at a peep show
 What part of "I'm the shit?" don't you understand? (Gooby bitch)
 Your favorite rapper is a Ras Kass fan
 So, how many dykes do I flip on the daily?
 Many money, just give me plenty Henny Remmy

 Chorus: 8x again

 Verse 3:

 (Well, that's true) Damn, skippy
 I put that on everything I love
 Like when Lucy was fucking Ricky
 Got more stripes than Adidas
 I'm cavy like fish fetus
 See money snit and bullshit out-run cheetahs
 Too much perputrating, not enough lyricism
 Indo got you believing what your pen do
 Faking pugilism, the evil you claim you and your man do
 With a gloc, when you least likely to red dot a 7-up can
 My man, understand, I got connections
 So much doe in my pocket, I give my girl a yeast infection
 I'm big-headed like babies with down syndrome
 Is you a playa from the Himalyas with Jerome-rome
 This one girl tried to Billy Jean me
 But I was wearing two rubbers
 So name that nigga, Whodini (laughing)
 Controversal reversal, this is my planet
 You just a Reebok commercial

 Chorus

 What, nigga, check, check, yeah
 Uh, huh, yeah, yeah
 This goes out to all the critics
 You can suck the didick
 Check this out for all the bitches to the radio
 Don't hate me though, you don't know me