is that a goddamned challenge? (x3)
let me clear my throat cuz i’m about to gloat
on my sick ass rhymes keepin my boat afloat
i’m choppin down your ass like it was made of truffula
i’m a swag mother fucker, bitch, yeah i’m a tough fella
no home for the ducks? i don’t give any fucks
all i care about is money, rollin in them big bucks
bitches always try to hop on top my dick
drink marshmallow vodka till i’m throwin up sick
got so many race car beds i need to park them in a garage
i get asses on me like i’m nicki minaj
so suck it slippytits, you jealous you can’t knit?
i can see it in your gray face, you’re just scared to admit
i’m rich as fuck
swag as fuck
anything less means you’re down on your luck
now you’ve heard my rhymes, how bad can i be?
i’m just doin what comes naturally
i’ve got tons of chicks linin up for my cock
now get out my way, bitch,
i got thneeds to hawk.