[Produced by DJ Clockwork]
[Verse]
Well it's the maniac with zany raps, made millions off of baby Mac
My brain, it ain't attached, you love me? It's a little late for that
They gave my crazy a** a label, everything is rated X
I'm far beyond divorced middle aged men who pay for s**
I work like I ain't made it yet, deserve this motherf**in' paper
Get a Kit-Kat, break it in half, save one for later
d**h to any traitor that's a Benedict Arnold
I be wildin', goin' broke at international car shows
I'm a lawn mower, mad face get redder than a dog bo*er
Thank God I got sober, pot smoker, top roller, thought holder
Was a little kid until I got older
Wild since a child, pulled my file out of God's folder
Now let me talk slower, you can understand me now
We the originators, your style hand-me-down
They got me turnin' up, the amp is loud
The apocalypse is comin', so we campin' out at Grannies house
Dancin' with a b**h and pull her panties down, it's bush league
I love a little nature, addin' flavor to the p**y
People tend to overlook me and my agent overbooked me
I'mma get it while the gettin' good, feel better than forever
I'm National Treasure like Nicolas Cage
I'm a shelter for these animals, got b**hes for days
She be feedin' on my semen and it's cinnamon glaze
I tell her keep it or delete it, it's the digital age
Now I'm muscle buildin' just so I can juggle children daily
I'm f**ed up in the head a bit, I'm Rumplestilskin crazy
These b**hes gettin' wet when I pull up in a Mercedes
b**h I be with Mr. T, I'm simply the f**in' A Team
Make dreams reality
Say hi when you see me, my hello is a formality
I'm comin' with a cavalry
Of motherf**ers trained from watching Braveheart battle scenes
Waste of space and we paint our faces like it's Hallowe'en
[Outro](Repeat)
Boo!