#Verse

I know this girl named Broulette-lette-lette

The coolest woman I ever met, met, met

I never tried to hook it up, up, up

But I used to fantasize about the guts, fuck, bust nuts, rush

Grab the gold and carry it in your mouth

Yo, I'ma try to hold the microphone and turn the party out

If it's the type of crowd that doesn't like to shout, fuck it

I'll give 'em somethin' to chew on, somethin' to talk about (no doubt)

Snap, crackle, pop rock, I never had a sawed-off

Don't ever wanna blow up 'cuz I nevеr wanna fall off

But Jason, to that vacant lot next to your weed spot

Sits a head shop benеath the tree watchin' peace talks

So let me catch a round of applause

So maybe even I can talk somebody out of they drawers

[Skit]

Come on baby, give it up

(ladies and gentlemen)

Give it up baby, I can tell-

(I'll ask that you give a nice warm Minnesota welcome)

(To MC, on stage, to MC, on stage)

You follow me, you follow me

[Chorus]

'Cuz if we can't do it together, we'll do it apart

Ain't no way we'll ever make it how it was at the start

But that's a given, now within the distance of your vision

Measure your persistence, how are you livin'

[Verse]

Yo, yo, I'll smack the wack that's selling crack

While I'm laying down my mack

(I'm tryin' to tell you, my mans)

And catch a lift, I got that gift

And on the DL, probably sniff

I get sick on the trick, I'm talkin' shit

Burn grip on my dick

I got a trunk that pushes funk

I'm in the back rollin' a blunt like what

(Like what, like what dog, what)

I make moves and get loose

Wearin' a camouflage Goose, that's juice

Yes, yes, I never stress, make a mess

On the mic sippin' a Becks, wearin' a vest

'Cuz, well, you know, it's that rhyme sayer

With the razor truck jewelry Chuck Taylors

(Ha, ha, ha) Tall, sharp, and handgun

Paid a ransom for these pants, dun

So step off kid, you're playing me too close

[Chorus]

'Cuz if we can't do it together, we'll do it apart

Ain't no way we'll ever make it how it was at the start

But that's a given, now within the distance of your vision

Measure your persistence, how are you livin'

[Verse]

Yo, yo, I killed all the thoughts about killin' all the cops

No longer get as pissed off when I have to pull my dick off

I just want a mic and crowd

And if that's askin' for too much, fine

Let me just have that mic, I'll be alright

(Yo, I'll be alright)

Stuck between a rock and a ska

With an option to bah, and I got lost

In a lie, toss them fakes out the door

I ain't your whore, I make music

Can you dig it? Cool, then I'ma make some more

Yes, yes, ya'll, you're now rockin' with the best

Of this missile, in route to the basement

While Ant drives the vessel

All apologies to those insulted

By the repulsive vultures that fly loose

When I'm seduced by the impulses

I guess that's my defense, make an effect

Protect the rep from all forms of public inflictions

But listen, I love the diction, so fuck your friction

It takes focus off what's the mission

(Yo, tell 'em what's the mission)

To be the man on the mic

To be the man on the molly

To be the man that made you push rewind

To be that motherfucker over there on that mind

You know what that means

That means that I can show what I need you to see

See, see, see