[Intro] (Like a verbal seduction, seduction when I tell them girls on the floor) I don't know man, just feels like, we're a lot different It kinda feels like, I'm on a whole different page right now than you It feels strange but umm.. I guess it's kinda like.. it's kinda like
[Verse One] I feel like I'm morphin' into somethin' so incredible That I'm dwarfin' all competitors, better get your girlfriend in check It's psychological warfare, endorphins I effect Your self-esteem shatters as dialect comes blastin' out your deck
She loves me, such passion you'd expect this sort of reaction From her yet, you strong arm, you're f**kin' corny, you try to turn Your charm on, cause you just think you're Bishop the Don Juan But if you think you're f**kin' with me, homie you're on one
I'm cockin' my head back like Ed Lover, c'mon on son She's on my Johnson, she brings my name up constant Your boys are like "She's f**kin' with dude She wants son," homeboy, you better get a clue
She's on my d**k cause I spit better than you What you expect her to do? How you expect her To act in the sack, when she's closin' her eyes Fantasizin' of her diggin' her nails in my back to this track
[Chorus 2x] Seduction, seduce Ain't nobody whose as good at what I do Cause one minute she loves you The next she don't, she's been stolen from you
[Verse Two] She's sittin' there gettin' liquored up at the bar, she says it's quicker To count the things that ain't wrong with you than to count the things that are There's a seven disc CD changer in her car And I'm in every single slot, and you're not, aww
I'm the logo on that Dallas Cowboy helmet, a star And I'm not about to sit back and just keep rhymin' one syllable, nah Switch it up and watch them haters not give it up cause they're just not good enough But I'm not givin' up 'til I get my respect and I won't stop 'til I get enough
Cause I'm not livin' up to my own expectations, aww That hater alarm is soundin' off, man Obama took the bomb from my name, aww So quit cryin' that I took your dame, homie she's my dame, aww You sadly mistaken if you thinkin' that I'm not on my game, boy
And things just ain't been the same since the day that I came forth You wear your heart on your sleeve, I sport that white tank boy But you got a hard on for me, what you hollerin' my name for? It's your b**ch on my d**k and my dang fault man, I can't call it
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[Verse Three] It's like we're playin' lyrical tug-a-war with your ear, you hear it girl come here Put your ear up to the speaker dear, while I freak this world premier Seducin' her, loosen up with a little freestyle that'll, wait, am I losin' ya? Am I makin' you look bad? Well I got news for ya homie, you're losin' her, oh wait
She don't like when I spit it fast, am I tryna show how? Let me slow it down some It's still gonna be a blow out, you're gonna wanna throw out your whole album Rummage through the sh** and try to salvage somethin' to see If you can save any of it punk, but none of it's f**kin' with me
Prick, you really feelin' that bullsh**, you think you killin' them syllables? Quit playin', these beats ain't nuthin' to fool with They call me Fire Marshall, I shut this sh** down Your entire arsenal is not enough to f**k with one round
I am also the opposite of what you are like You're a microcosm of what the f**k I am on the mic I am awesome, and you are just awe struck, she's love stricken She's got her jaw stuck from s**kin' my d**k, aww f**k