Ain't just a player in this douche game, I'm an entrepreneur

Convincing married bitches to be dropping their shorts

The reason a dozen steaming husbands want a divorce

Ma'am, can you hold this? (baby squeal) Great, awesome, it's yours

Hold up a fucking Dunkin's with cops in the store

Right after winning Megabucks, like the fuck am I robbing it for?

Cops knock at the door, ain't no such option as court

Cuz you know how many times I've made bitches get lost in the forest?

Except with me that shit don't end like Hansel and Gretel

We can stand in a meadow, I'll smack you 'til you land in the ghetto

Got my feet at the wheel and fucking hands at the pedals

You ain't heard D's crazy? Yo, someone hand them a memo

I maybe a rook, but this rap game's found its king

Shoving MCs into pools when they're rocking pounds of bling

Steal your neighbor's speakers and bump this loud and big

Sampled Beethoven, exhumed him, and danced around in his powdered wig

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Putting bitch rappers on red alert

Lyrics got your mind spinning 'til your head'll hurt

Yeah, and you ain't never heard a better verse

Get a nurse cuz I'm killing it, putting rappers on red alert

Kid, I'm dumb enough to try to O.D. on Flinstones Chewables

As far as viruses go, I got a crotch- and a computer-ful

And even less suitable's the shit I browse at the cubicle

Narcoleptic with a foot fetish, cutting cuticles at funerals

I'm a WMD to struggling MCs

Looking to have the blood from their jugulars set free

Pissed I'm up to 9,110 sheep

Cuz I'm looking forward to fucking my haters' mothers in wet dreams

Craving the V, A, or the M; either way she's getting the fourth letter

And if it's the latter, shit's gonna feel like I force-fed her

English major, but can't be bothered to talk more better

Stay in bed 'til noon jerking it to Sage Steele on Sportscenter

And, man, unless you want the coroners to examine your skull

You'd best bounce quicker than tits on a mechanical bull

Shit, two hours ago this fucking handle was full

Another two hours of this shit I'mma be Anna Nicole

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And this ain't no edited, clean shit - getting Jiggy with it

Choking hookers at the Holiday Inn - getting Chingy with it

Beats, brains, and the flow, triple crown - getting Miggy with it

Beg to differ then this drive-by will leave you getting Biggie with it

And I'd like to pretend that rage runs in the family

But that shit's self-made, so go ahead punk, say something to scare me

I ain't troubled by planning to have a grave dug where you're standing

Sick fuck since I was twelve and raped one of my nannies

List of exes is as follows: fake sluts and a tranny

Halloween cost me life for murder and $8 for the candy

These cougars in the crowd got the stage flooded with panties -

Motherfucker, plus I save some for the grannies

Dealers like Sam's club, getting drugs in bulk shipments

Herb-mongering, curb-stomping in bitches, giving their skulls friction

I think my sanity's resigned on me, pulled a Nixon

Cuz I'm taking shits in toilets that are out of order like Pulp Fiction

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