[Verse 1: Captain Murphy] Fuck! A true believer’s manifesto I do, The King he say so Crown the boy and kill these fucking jesters on the dice roll The bottle got 'em real nice, I got the night popping off Ain't never rock no mic, I only Rachmaninoff Tell these hoes knock it off, my lawn is looking real pretty Spend a lot of time snorting lines off your bitch's titty Laugh it up fuzzball You didn't see us back there She spent her night contemplating life within a nut hair I know you think its not fair but this is how it be though A sexy beast control the globe chilling in a speedo Above the law, making bets Sing my song, make your bets Just keep it raw, nigga About to spark the la, nigga
Smoke an L with the Captain, ain't nothing that he lacking Cadillacing on some rap shit, ain't never look back When I leave her lost looking for my number on the napkin This is how it happened, the voodoo in my rapping Who knew she’d be lacking all the skills it take To make The King a couple steaks Separated from the fakes Now you see the fate we make, terminate the fucking hate Before I go and leak the tape or masturbate When I humiliate The God is really great, blessed up on the record crate Bet she gonna take the bait, telling her she think she late
Put a stain upon her pretty taint Lick the tip or shake the weight Up on the first or second date