I dunno man, just feels like,
Well a lot different,
Kinda feels like I'm on a
Whole different page right now,
Feels strange but um,
I guess it's kinda like...
It's kinda like...
I feel like I'm morphin into somethin
That's so incredible that I'm dwarfin
All competitors,
Better get your girlfriend in check,
It's psychological warfare,
Endorphin side-effect.
Your self-esteem
Shatters his dialect,
Comes blasting out your deck,
'She loves me!'
So much passion you'd expect
This sort reaction from her,
Yet you strong arm,
You're fucking corny,
You try to turn your charm on
Cause you just think
You're Bishop, the Don Juan
But if you think you're
Fucking with me homie, you're on one,
I'm cockin' my head back
Like Ed Lover, 'C'mon son!'
She's on my johnson,
She brings my name up constant,
Your boys are like "She's fucking
With dude, she wants son!"
Homeboy, you better get a clue:
She's on my dick
Cause I spit better than you,
What you expect her to do?
How you expect her to act in the sack
When she's closing her eyes
Fantasizing of digging her nails
In my back to this track?
[Hook:]
Seduction, seduce,
Ain't nobody who's as good
At what I do
Cause one minute she loves you,
The next she don't,
She's been stolen from you...
She's sitting there
Getting liquored up at the bar,
She says it's quicker to count
The things that ain't wrong with you
Than to count the things that are,
There's a seven disc
CD changer in her car
And I'm in every single slot
And you're not, awww!
I'm the logo on that
Dallas Cowboy helmet, a star,
And I'm not about to sit back
And just keep
Rhyming one syllable, nah,
Switch it up and
Watch them haters not give it up
Cause they're just not good enough,
But I'm not giving up
Til I get my respect
And I won't stop til I get enough,
Cause I'm not living up
To my own expectations, aww,
That hater alarm
Is sounding off,
And Obama took the 'bomb'
From my name, aww!
So quit crying that I took your dame,
Homie she's my dame, aww,
You sadly mistaken if you thinkin
That I'm not on my game boy
And things just ain't been the same
Since the day that I came for it,
You wear your heart on your sleeve,
I sport that white tank boy,
But you got a hard one for me,
What you hollerin my name for?
It's your bitch on my dick,
Ain't my dang fault,
Man I can't call it...
[Hook]
It's like we're playing
Lyrical tug of war with your ear,
You hear it, girl come here,
Put your ear up to the speaker dear,
While I freak
This 'world premier',
Seducing her, loosen up
With a little freestyle,
Wait, am I losing you?
Am I making you look bad?
Well I got news for you homie,
You're losing her!
Oh wait she don't like
When I spit it fast,
Am I tryna show how,
Let me slow it dowwwn sommme,
It's still gonna be a blowout,
You're gonna wanna throw out
Your whole album,
Rummage through the shit
And try to salvage something to see
If you can save any of it punk,
But none of it's fucking with me.
Prick you really
Feeling that bullshit??
You think you killing them syllables?
Quit playing, these beats
Ain't nothing to fool with,
They call me Fire Marshall,
I shut the shit down,
Your entire arsenal is not enough
To fuck with one round,
I am also the opposite
Of what you are like,
You're a microcosm
Of what the fuck I am on the mic,
I am awesome
And you are just awe-struck,
She's love-stricken,
She's got her jaw stuck
From sucking my dick, aww fuck!
[Hook]
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