AC - DUTCHMASTER lyrics

Im a dutch master yo f** a philly Yea my swagger nicey like a hundred dolla billy Talent on the team mj scottie pippen On the potti workin on my writens gotti hittin Spittin sick sh** like a dip in my lip My piffs so strong its makin my heart skip Beat drop kicken hook hittin like a hammea b*tchES on my dick because i got great grammar When i ball im money call me brad pitt I be drop hot sh** like i forgot to wear an oven mitt Its a tall order even on ya tippy toes Extra high and trippy yo yea i call that hippy mode Spit dirty like a f**ing port a jon I be smokin more gra** than ya front lawn f** a date ill take ur mom to the prom Keep on keepin calm,im blowin up na palm Molatov coaktail goin doin the hatch Cause i llike spittin flames where da f**in matches at Dont pop molly i only ollie pop Got ya b**h lickin on my ---- like a lolly pop I been winnin like the heat take a seat Spit heat and eat beats like a piece of meat Ny till i die like yogi berra Fitted mets cap home blue new era Mf doom jay dee lord finesse Smoke sess bench press got no stress Nothing beats a blunt and a brownie for breakfast Icey cold sh** from the necklace to my left wrist No manners eatin nanners in the lunch room Womb till the tomb i be flowin like zume flume