Bomberman - Intellectual

[Verse 1]

Mag Ryan on my hip, click clack, carry that

Bury Barry Bonds' body up in my lawn with Harry Fraud’s

Very fat chance that I’ll marry Halle Berry

Barely make it through another fuckin’ trash Tyler Perry movie

(The fuck you doing) It’s a hotel party

Up in Rwanda with Devon Sawa and the Tutsi

Pullin’ out my Uzi, Lil’ Boosie Badazz

(I motherfuckin’ click clack)

Suicide pact, y’all

I’m packin’ punches and heat, makin’ jaws crack, dog

You spittin’ teeth, I spit that shit straight through my ballsack

And bitch this is what’s called the fallback (awe, snap)

The sneak attack, in fact she never even saw that comin’

I’m runnin’, I never call back (fuck that)

The bitch ain’t all that, golf clap

A bunch of bullshit is all that was cause

I got you home, and half the shit you said you do

I waited for it, and I never fuckin’ saw that

(Saw that fuckin' boom)

Blast off, Challenger, goin’ up and blowin’ up

Case closed, they know that Flushing is showin’ up

With rocket launchers, sit and watch, and yes I often ponder

Wonder what building I want to be known for as the bomber

Bomberman

The fuckin’ Bomberman

I take a drag from my cigarette until I fuckin’ cough blood (coughin' and droppin' dead)

I keep on punchin’ till the cops come

(Awesome) Bitch, that’s a fuckin’ understatement

Make it to the top, and ain’t nobody stop us

Gimme the guop, or get Taken

I’m killin’ Liam Neeson, so his old ass ain’t here to save ‘em

Takin’ no chance, but you know I’m takin’ Robitussin

Snuff ‘em out, and raise your glasses, we’re American

(I know) Get the fuckin’ bubbles out of your blood

Mr. Hands when I slam her

In her tuna chamber, fuckin’ stud with a body count