BOO! (INTERLUDE) - Intellectual

[Intro]

Like clockwork (Like, like clockwork)

Yeah (Like)

Well

Well, it's the maniac with zany raps, made millions off of baby Mac

My brain, it ain't attached, you love me? It's a little late for that

They gave my crazy ass a label, everything is rated X

I'm far beyond divorced middle-aged men who pay for sex

I work like I ain't made it yet, deserve this motherfuckin' paper

Get a Kit-Kat, break it in half, save one for later

Death to any traitor, that's a Benedict Arnold

I be wildin', goin' broke at international car shows

I'm a lawn mower, mad face get redder than a dog boner

Thank God I got sober, pot smoker, top roller, thought holder

Was a little kid until I got older

Wild since a child, pulled my file out of God's folder

Now let me talk slower, you can understand me now

We the originators, your style hand-me-down, yeah

They got me turnin' up, the amp is loud

The apocalypse is comin', so we campin' out at Granny's house

Dancin' with a bitch and pull her panties down, it's bush league

I love a little nature, addin' flavor to the pussy

People tend to overlook me and my agent overbook me

I'ma get it while the gettin' good, feel better than forever

I'm National Treasure like Nicolas Cage

I'm a shelter for these animals, got bitches for days

She be feedin' on my semen and it's cinnamon glaze

I tell her, "Keep it or delete it," this the digital age

Now I'm muscle-buildin' just so I can juggle children daily

I'm fucked up in the head a bit, I'm Rumpelstiltskin-crazy

These bitches gettin' wet when I pull up in the Mercedes

Bitch, I be with Mr. T, I'm simply the fuckin' A-Team

Make dreams reality

Say "Hi" when you see me, my "Hello" is a formality

I'm comin' with a cavalry

Of motherfuckers trained from watchin' Braveheart battle scenes

Waste of space, and we paint our faces like it's Halloween

Boo