Drop

Uh huh

Ok, here we go

Yes I'm back to bat again

Yes these rappers sad again

The beat is hot and grabbin' them

And holy shit, like Vatican

Boy so sick he need a doctor in his condom

Don't worry about that hearsay just worry about what I know

Cause I know how to rhyme though

I got these girlies wailin'

Country's in my backyard, I'm Mr. Sarah Palin

Girls call me cutie pie but I don't really know them

Call me Mr. Facebook because I superpoke them

Leave that pussy open

But only if you want it girl

We can play SF4 grab a controller girl

Callin' me the prostitute, not cause I got a baby

They callin' me the prostitute cause "Fuck you. Pay me."

Uh huh

Ay yo

Y'all niggas need to stop, stop, stop, stop

Uh huh

Ok, listen up

Y'all heard this shit before

Y'all niggas need to stop, stop, stop, stop

This is the part of the song where somebody's supposed to come in

And talk and shit

But I don't talk

I just do baby

My turtleneck tucked in

I'm spittin' shit like I'm Teddy Ruxpin

With batteries in

I don't really eat words but I do eat carpet

A nigga stay down like I'm made of stock markets

I love to sport green like my last name Flanigan

I'm breakin' up with girls over twitter like Aniston

Cause ain't nobody know me but my momma and my daddy

My flow stay hot like I keep it in the attic

Put my cash in the freezer

Cold presidents

So I call them Frost Nixons

Or Eskimo Clintons

Fuck with my pension, you 'bout to get your head lost

You gotta pay me double back and that's your overhead cost

Cause I'm the boss

And yes I stay sauced

To that creak in the cave

Oh behave

Bitch

Uh huh

Let's do this

Keep it bouncin' y'all

I gotta get outta here

Yo, you know, it's C.G