All these other prophets These are the chosen few These are the selected youth These are the ones that shine upon thine meridian With a 4th level of Gondor I am a metaphysical visionary Third chapter dimensions Castle of corgi I see darkness Intertwine my mind upon thy 9 caliber Russian roulette stamina Tylenol flip the fast track of The anomaly that's preposterous STOP My words are better verbs towards the STOP
Shut the fuck up man, what's wrong with you? Nothing man, you know? I been doing good. Quit smoking weed, y'know, I've been doin some yoga, little pilates, just getting more in tune with myself, you know, getting in touch with mind, spirit, and body...
You sound like a little bitch. Take a hit of this, and kick that old Dirt Nasty shit about gettin' yo dick sucked.
I got a gold chain I'm on cocaine I'm like yo mang I rolled in, straight from Oakland Holding my dick like a US Open Trophy Word up to hyphy, y'all don't know me - Dirt Nasty
Asscheecks spread wide G-string, to the side 1 drink, courvoisier 2 drinks, vodka straight 3 drink, I'm in the sink Throwin up on my brand new mink Coke, and I'm doing coke Y'all can't hold my donkey rope (nope)
Call the pope, pray for me Gold Rolls Royce with? (ding) I lived through the 80s, and shit was crazy Everybody wanna know my name, bring the pain and pop the champagne Every girl wanna hold my chain when I fuck their brains out on the Mustang
I got a gold chain Like it was 1980 I'm on cocaine Like it was 1980 I'm like yo mang Like it was 1980
It sure don't seem that way to me, and tell your girl to stop paging me
I rolled in, stoned as hell Whine lines, gold gazelles Hotel on Sunset Young hos get undressed (you bet) Done dick ain't done yet Insert the clip and get the gun wet
'Nuff said, I'm radical T-shirt say 'party animal' (rawr) I ain't no amateur This ain't no Hands Across America
I shine like Morrisey on Hennesey on x-mas eve (no) No more like Morris Day on lea dressing gay (ding)
I lived through the 80s, and shit was crazy Everybody want to know my name, bring the pain and pop the champagne Every girl wanna hold my chain when I fuck their brains out on the Mustang
I got a gold chain Like it was 1980 I'm on cocaine Like it was 1980 I'm like yo mang Like it was 1980
It sure don't seem that way to me, and tell your girl to stop paging me.