[Intro]
[Verse 1]
You don’t want none with my elevated mindstate
Hella-fied ignorance justificated crime-rate
Pull up on the side
Pu-Pull up on the side
Pull up on the, Pull up on the
Yeah that’s right
Pull up on the side of your ’95 Civic
No license, no brown bag, this is how I’m livin’
Brown man, white women
Just kidding, all types all colors over for mind-sex leaving with Mike in em
On the spot where you battling mc’s at
You ain’t never sold it out, you want positive feedback
Quit rappin, go to the mall start gift wrapping
Get 15% off that Express Mens jacket (Ew)
Push up on yo' girl like “Pushit Pushit rrreal good!”
Rules to make her body give direction like Spielberg (Click!)
Picture that she kinda like me
On the dance floor screaming “Give It To Me Mikey!!”
[Hook]
I’m a mess I’m a Creep (I’m a What!?)
I’m outchea tryna catch (All the What!?)
All the sheep
Slaughtering to eat (It’s a What!?)
It’s a feast
I do this in my sleep
Coming with it garunteed little bwoy
I’m a Champ (I’m a What!?) No Kings
Minnesota on that ass (We do the What!?)
We do “Tha Thing”
I do this in my sleep
Coming with it gaurunteed
So sick, I’m so fresh
So motherfucking me Young Man (WHAT!?)
[Verse 2]
I’m so hood talking shit I always used to
Fuck a street gang cuz we can learn to shoot too
You too, get your banging off of YouTube
Google “the world’s a ghetto” and your “gayng ain’t bullet-proof”
Rubberband or bully-proof Wooly Mammoth Minne-snowta So-Cal vocal fully loaded hoody troop
Be scared of us cuz we the Cootie Crew
Holler Hootie-Hoo? Who are you?
Rudy-poo booty-rapper learned to rap on movie shoots
I walk in heavy shoes, you steady rock with a bigger head than Betty Boop
You must humbly bow out or bow down
Mumbling bow-wow’s put the paws down now
Rumble in the dog-house lock the neck in one round
One sound (EGH!) shut em’ to the compound
I’ma complex rapper, complex killer
Chop a rhymer down to context filler
Feel affirmative that I’m the next-getter-champ-splitter-shrimp-dinner-butcherboy-beefcake-barber Jimmy Snuffa chest-splitter
And what the hell does that even mean??
Means I’m just ill at rhyming and everything in between
So Go Big or Go Bigger
It’s your neighborhood Doomtree Dead Ringer (Yeah that’s ME)
Go Big or Go Bigger
It’s Murder Making Mike (Marquez) Mictlan Motherfucker THAT’S ME!