Take another hit and I pass out
Rappin' like I'm assed-out
Sneakin' bitches up when granny passed out
So hoe, what that ass 'bout?
No, I ain't gon' cash out before a little fame
You can get that ass smashed, though
Bitch, I'm on that cash route, ain't lookin' for a rest stop
They talk about modelling, might say I need a head shot
I need a dollar for everyone without a wedlock
Try to make the bread stop, callin' up them dreadlocks
Bitch, I'm 'bout my pesos - hablo dinero
Your bitch want me to go tiki on her bung-hole
I've got these rap niggas sayin' "uncle"
While I be-be pullin' on the hair of a Rapunzel
Thing about me, I masturbate with the faucet
'Bout to take the game and put that bitch up in a closet
But in the end I'm just a dirty old man
With a pill in my mouth and my dick in my hand
(Tokyo... Tokyo... Tokyo... Tokyo...)
Mind of a pervert, with words I submerge
On the verge of ODin' for the shit that I say
But who gives a fuck? I'm still gon' do this shit anyway
A dirty nigga from Detroit at the end of the day
So when the night fall, I be gettin' head in an alley
By a low-down nothin', two-dollar scally
Let her use her own rubber, bullshit Trojan
Dick too big - nigga, I was stuffed in
Bitch, I'm David Ruffin in ruffles, no stuffin'
Bundles of Peruvian snow with his shirt tucked in
Lookin' at the rest of you artists like you're nothin'
Knowin' I'm the shit so I don't say shit
But when these rappers rap, dawg, they don't say shit
And I'm George Carlin, fuck 'til June and August