Soliloquy

I left my daddy round '97, he was lazy

Couldn't hit the ground but making babies I'm crazy

Smoking bouquet cop it from my niggas pushing daisies

Like a romance, push a nigga buttons like a program

I been on the Jäger for a day-ger watch me slow dance

Tough as Conan this the art of barbarian

I got four white girls all Aryan

I wonder what their daddy think fuck 'em it's a revolution

Fuck it, fuck 'em, take a break, let 'em fuck each other

I ain't your everyday normal brother, porno lover

She save insurin' by the low and guzzle, what is muscle?

And I'm finessing like I'm Timmy Duncan

When you saw him macking this scatter rapping no passing my blunt

Don't you put me on freshman covers I'm posing with lunch

Think they worthy of presence presently passing 'em up

No competing with bleachers jogging I'm running a muck

Sweet Jesus, I fuck around and need a street sweeper

Got the bodies on the cul-de-sac, follow me the quarter's back

Sippin' on that cogniac and that Jim Jones

Watching movies like damn that Vince Vaughn is a funny cat

Fred Claus and the Kelly up in your closet

Belly full of smog and ciggys just make me nauseous

Wonder how the fuck you let a nigga make you cautious

But you jamming out in fucking Maryland aussie shit

Ponzi scheme selling everybody dreams

Kill it like your neighbour, I'm as nice everybody seems

We just breaking bad and my brother serving Walter White

I hope he ain't caught with that possession like a poltergeist

Momma, where the Priests at? Why we gotta lease that?

Why we can't own that? All these fat loaners

Ain't no forewarning came bombing and I'm just Vietnam

If you gon' be trippin' like a bitch, you should be a mom, see the son