(Previous take gone wrong/blooper/bon rip)
Riding the beat like I'm cutting through traffic and I got the white like I'm playing for the Magic, playing for the Magic, oh she wants my Johnson, I ain't gonna say sh**, shawty you a bad b**h, shawty you a bad b**h, get on top, ride that sh** and dont you stop, hating on me, hate on hip hop, off this dick and let it drop. She treat my dick like a pogo stick. Do you swallow? Do you spit? Brett Michael, he's so legit. He just want the riches and the b**hes and to be the f**ing richest in the business, hold up, I just found out who a snitch is, 99 problems, all stitches, uh, got my buddha from Hawiai and the girls that used to diss me are all screaming come inside me, when I walk into the club I'm looking for a bad b**h rocking red and white, p**y Waldo, come and find me, you can try me, but what's the point if I ain't listening? I'm tired of hearing that you shining, you bearly glistening, I'm Michigan, we kicking it like this is Sparta, and she grinding on my Onix, ain't no body going harder, I was creeping on her fb and I saw she had a bf so I asked her if he mattered, she said maybe, kinda, sorta, but she said she liked my bars so I took her to the bar and I f**ing made it rain, told all her friends to place they order. baby girl chasing Ciroc with a water, said I'm going in so raw that I'm a have a daughter, bring your girl 'round me, its like bring a lamb to the slaughter, I bought her everything her heart desires, watch her throw that p**y at me, I'm the funking umpire, wired, to do this sh** that we call rapping, gun play make you do whatever, know gorillas and they capping, I'm the captain, and this relationship is sinking or the p**y just that wet now give me brains like what you thinking? Brett Mike, Brett Mike, Brett Mike. B' Easy!
(Improv guitar solo by Brett Michael)
Nickel city, come and see it, and never leave it, oh.