I'm a jazz musician.
Lets sign a petition,
to not become morticians
cos I'm really wishing
that I could split you in two
with my lyricism
and see a schism;
A little cleft in your depth little lips.
Or between your cheeks,
Not your butt ones, your face ones.
Cos you're in awe
your jaw drops to the flaw
cos I'm amazing.
Feel the jazz blasting.
I'm casting
out into the ocean blue,
through you.
I'm fishing
for compliments...
Please tell me I'm good.
Cos the ladies tell me
I'm good in the bedroom.
But if I'm on the road
you better give me some room.
I'm a shocker with the wheel
I turn it 570 degrees,
I run over your mum's grandma please.
And in the end
everybody's a can of spinach.
In the end
everybody wishes they were rich like me;
OG,
gangsta.
Mansion house.
I've got a mansion house,
It's where I keep my wife
and my white kids.
I drive a boat to work
I work on the docks.
I'm shining and cleaning
other mans' clocks.
Grandfather,
can you hear me
out in the distance?
I've got persistence.
Believe in my grandpa.
I didn't mean to make you die.
I didn't mean to stab you 5 times with a butcher's knife.