[Verse 1: Soul Khan]
I take a grown man sh** in your back pack, pardon me
f** your rap [?] song, I'm Jack Donaghy
So I [?] like the weight company
And live comfortably on the blood of cats that act modestly
Time to be a man again, stop being a mannequin
Pope [?], time to flee the Vatican
Helicopter leavin', now we gotta free my man and them
It's time to pull a motherf**in' rabbit out the hat again
And choke [?]
Damn, you done a pound of it
I'll tell you if the price right when I'm done countin' it
My [?] was hard to earn, you got a lot of nerve
Steppin' in my direction and beggin' for a pound of it
The best under [?], gettin' texts from your girlie
She ridin' on fours like the Kentucky Derby
A s**ual squirting got my [?]
But she too fly, so you could say the [?]
[Verse 2: Soul Khan]
When it comes to brain, the ladies got an open mind
They say God will, and maybe if I'm so inclined
I'm 5'8”, a buck fifty [?]
Even David Beckham ain't affecting any code of mine
If you never heard of me, f** it
You got moves like Jagger but the blood of Freddie Mercury
I barely fit that nine, but had to spit that line
Don't let you know how to [?] if you don't work with me
[?] tape makers, I'm really more like date rapists
They never ask for permission, they hara** you to listen
If you stand for tradition then they laugh and dismiss it
So I'm back just to piss upon it, fake players
I'mma do the world wrong
I got homies that'll f** you up just to get on WorldStar
You call that a bar? I wipe the stool on it
And gave your boo the Bubonic, now you got it