Anomaly - Intellectual

[Intro]

It's time to, it's time to, it's time to work out

Wake up

[Verse 1]

I feel like I've got elephant tusks

I'm hellafied bonafide Kentucky fried, I'm nuts, what?

And I'm staying lubricated daily

Slip my dick in to whatever it fit in, I'm crazy

Holy mosh pit, Osh Kosh B'gosh

It's completely retarded the size my crotch gets

I'm pooping on rappers

Not only pooping, but poop scooping

And vacuuming them bastards

Push, pull, let's give it a go

Go to the limit, I'm a living animal

I'm a motherfucking hustler, and I'm married to the game

I take her out to eat, then I fuck her

Rollin' down the block in my bicycle

Steady smoking on my mom's white widow

I'm as about as fly as it gets

So fly that basically I'm on top of shit

[Hook]

Wake up world, time to work out

Turn the lights on, wake up girl

Woah-ooh-ooh (Yeah)

Let's go to work

Wake up world, time to work out

Turn the lights on, wake up girl

Woah-ooh-ooh (Yeah)

Let's go to work

[Verse 2]

I'm so Rick Ross, I'm such a big boss

I got 'em hating on me, they must be pissed off

Young Prof is something that you've never seen

I swear to god I've been the best since I was seventeen

You a bald man, I'm a rock band

You a choir boy, I'm a boss man

Motherfucker, I'm a small economy

Arguably I'm a rarity, considered an anomaly

You're so gumshoe, I'm in your face like a front tooth

Better recognize when I come through, my whole crew fights

Taste an uppercut up in the jaw and get elevated to new heights

Young Prof hop out the coupe

So damn fresh man, I'm smelling like juice

Motherfucking unbelievable even though I'm achieving

All these things that's unachievable

[Hook]

Wake up world, time to work out

Turn the lights on, wake up girl

Woah-ooh-ooh (Yeah)

Let's go to work

Wake up world, time to work out

Turn the lights on, wake up girl

Woah-ooh-ooh (Yeah)

Let's go to work

[Verse 3]

Best white rapper in a decade

Swagger similar to Larry Bird plus an essay

Really? Prof is getting silly

Flow is so damn cold, chilly willy

Cock swole, snot nosed, looking hood rat

I be like: "Dylan, please rerecord me, where the kush at?"

High school haters pay the price

You pussies come around me then you bros get iced

It's cold as shit, huh?

Hard, I'm a dead man walking

Best MC that you seen out of coffin

In other words I believe that I'm awesome

Possum, bounce on the track like a problem

Swallow MC's twenty-four seven

Like a hungry clock I'll go back for seconds

Look at me I'm filthy

If you want life to be better, I suggest you kill me

Took darling to the crib for a meal

Curtains were drawn, but the furniture was real

The food was great the talk was small

The boobs were fake, I kept my socks on

Dumb dadda, young Prof is in the Ramada

Come swalla pina cum-lada. That is something I don't run outta

So until mañana, in my sonata

Give me mama I can beat the buns outta

Yeah, keep it on the hustle, see ya in the morning

See ya in the morning (Let's go to work)

Yeah, keep it on the hustle, see ya in the morning

See ya in the morning (Let's go to work)

[Outro]

You know what I'm talking about, bitch?

Find a better MC than me right now

I will personally deliver a gift-wrapped fuckin' flyin' pig

With a diamond fuckin' bow on top, bitch

Diamond encrusted pieces

Ain't too many motherfuckers fuckin' with me right now

Real talk, diamond encrusted pieces

If you disagree play [...]

Yeah, snitches

Man, I try to be humble, motherfucker