Hit the Quan like the Dab
Didn't see like most rappers' dads (that's sad)
I see you falling off like you've got RADs
I'm zany and harmful like I haven't took my meds
Every night I sleep in different beds
Shook because I'm lacking head (how?)
Well I hurdled over the handlebar into a pit of dried tar
Whilst checking out my own supercar
I said "hi concrete nice to meet you"
The stone-cold dick responded by breaking my nosebone
It's now Mobb Deep in my cranium by this point
You'll see me in my cum-stained pug tee
And fist clenched on a joint
Rowdy f**ers! The pessimists will feel the full force of these mighty strong wrists if you join them
Pussies have a cist
Some ladies pubes are f**ing gross
About ye tall as Chris Paul (umm)
Let me a**ist
Eat your a** like vegemite toast (yum!)