Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, ah, yeah Here we go Now I´m ready (Yeah) Here we go (Yeah)
Me and my maiden dance naked next to paintings painted by Francis Bacon (Uh, uh) Refuting attempts to be tempted by the hands of Satan (No, no) The walls started animatin´ (Uh) Woke up next to the motherfucker from the Planet of the Apes (What the fuck?) Somewhere in Canada where serial killers be putting salmon on they face (Ah) Motherfuckers´ll change your parts (Uh) Bitch, I wanna taste your heart (Uh) Mel Gibson gave me COVID at McGregor vs. Poirier 3 (Nasty) When he broke his leg (Fuck) His favorite breakfast was coke and eggs (True) Every day, I practice choking someone´s neck (Uh-huh)
And doing fucking Tokyo Drift moves in the ´95 gold sled (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt) Roll his head Maintain composure while reloading lead Leave his body perfectly folded on the bed (Laundry) Don´t you make Dr. Baklava have to go out to the shed (Uh-uh, no) Uh, sniffin´ blow in the bathroom (Blow) Looking like Rob Lowe in the bathroom (Rob Lowe) ´98, blow up the chatroom (Uh) Bitch took a bump, started backflippin´ like Catwoman (Uh) I´m uptown, throwin´ money, doing shoulder shakes (Uh) Red Mustang, door display the cobra snake (Uh) Bitch had Brooke Hogan´s face (Uh) That means she had Hulk Hogan´s face, brother (Uh-huh)
Uh, shit The bitch had Brooke Hogan´s face That means she had Hulk Hogan´s face
Out of my face like I´m outer space, out of the States In a Caribbean place where they spell rum with a H (Uh-huh) I need an octo taco pronto, it´s the head honcho Fit´s ´96 aesthetic, that´s how we ride slow GORE-TEX over Bergdorf´s, probably in bird flips Wordsmiths that take work trips and play this work ships Slick slippery slang, six hours swammies in slacks
When drip drops, I call Kitty in Saks In Bonita, moving kings and queens that´s bigger than my hand (Uh-huh) ´Cause the shit we live and did is even bigger than we planned (Uh) Bulletproof armor can´t protect you from terrible karma Lies and dishonor get you stomped with a terrible mother Hot off the stove, no tats, just fresh burns (Uh) The spot´s clicking, cause more traffic than left turns Applyin´ pressure like we tryna stop the wound from leaking When niggas rap, I usually think that a buffoon is speaking
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