VERSE [Postell]
Yeah, here we go again
I’m like Dougie or Ricky and this is called The Show, and then
Call up your hoes again, tell ‘em call me
The Pervert if I ain’t yet had the lovely of knownin’ them
Decatur, GA is my origins
Brooklyn’s where you go, by the way, you wanna see more of him
And if you don’t, you’re better off ignorin’ him
‘Cause even glancing in my direction I view as encouragement
Like a panhandler that’s on your train
Smellin’ like cheese, beggin’ “please, can you spare some change”
Singin’ off key, ain’t crazy but you can’t call me sane
Avoid my eye contact but I know that y’all hear what I’m sayin’
BING-BONG! Watch your ass as the doors close
Screamin’ stop the violence while I’m reaching for my 4-4
Dance my nigga jig and steppin’ all on your toes
Show up late for your party and eat all of your hor d'oeuvres
It’s hard to be a fan of us
Run up in your house and housin’ all your lil dill cucumber and mayo sandwiches
My fam is barely standin’ us
Have the type of nights [that] the next morning I get a huge bill for all the damages
I’m all cantankerous, I call all of ‘em slanders
I grip my balls and pause for all of the cameras
Y’all shoot the shit like enimas
You’re kinda _________, but you’re cool. Like you all from Canada
Came up in a different era -
The Ninties, nigga. Couldn’t even rap unless you had a pair a
Balls, a pound weed, a fatigue and timberland wearer
The realest niggas was from The Eighties and they was wearin’ mascera
So now you find me on your YouTubes
The dude rappin’ next to the bitch with the painted blue boobs
Rhyme old school, simultaneously break the new rules
Ignore the Torah, singin’ Christmas carols like some new Jews
‘Shalom’ to my Hebraic friends.
‘A salaam wa alaikum’ to the Muslims in the mosque
I hope y’all Christians and Catholics don’t get your way again
I’d love to tell the cock-suckers and carpet-munchers it’s okay to be gay again
(It’s OKAY!) Equal opportunity offender.
Corrupt senator with no political agenda
Sing and rap over boom bap genre bender
Career ender?...Maybe. I’m just prayin’ that y’all feelin’ this
I don’t know, just seems some emcees seem rife for the killin’. It’s
not tyranist. In fact, you should think it generous
It’s rigourous! Ridding the world of these vociferous
rappers. And I could learn you. Perhaps I’ll write you a syllabus
So stop your panicin’
Y’all rather look good losin’ like an abusin’ and boozin’ Kenneth Cole manikin
We beach cruisin’, buildin’ castles in the sand again
Fugly Mutha-uckers that’s choosin’ from several plans to win
Put it on wax, like lanolin
Got the Whoomp-Ass in the trunk, bout to open a can again
Cush in my lung parts, Young Darth, call me Anakin
On Da Move interlude - Niggas is on the lamb again (and singin’)
Run. Step. Bounce, Nigga. Bounce
Run, run. Step. Bounce, Nigga
No cubic zirconia, we like Smooth B. ice
And I’ma leave you with advice from his partner Greg Nice, who said...


CHORUS
Ayo Ayo
I smoke the blunt
Hit the skins
Get what I want
It ain’t no need to front
Sat her on my lap stick my finger in the...C’mon
Repeat 2X

Sat her on my lap stick my finger in the
Sat her on my lap stick my finger in the
Sat her on my lap, Sat her on my lap
Sat her on my lap stick my finger in the...C#%T!


OUTRO [Greg Nice]
When I finished I smoked the blunt!