Bushwalla - Acoustic Rhymer lyrics

How do I explain that I must entertain to be deranged on the stage is like a thousand octane i'm burnin cells in the brain And you must do the same and you mustn't complain Though your hair never changes cause everybody's rain falls down And you got to get up with the punch Get your breakfast and lunch and for dinner, a half a side of sin and now If you ask who I am I be Bush W. the white rap man The acoustic rhyme-er, and I get much higher, than you Formerly pain, and my life is a strange With the pop and lock chain And my pants stay stained And another missed hits With a thing like this A love without a miss Tune in the titty twist And that's right I just said "titty!" I'm banging it up that's me Double what? That's me! If you ask who I am I be BushW. The white rap man The acoustic rhyme-er, and I never tire, of taking vitamin ME (It's "Me Time" b**h!) Baby, Baby, Baby Oh you're my sugar baby Baby, Baby, Baby Oh you're my little baby Now that I'm done, with new song song With the lyrics on the run And the lyrical a-pun I feel another with a bun And my breaks are nearly done Now I'm rap? with the chumps Just a brain all numb And hey all out there, I love you! Cause I'm the Original gangster from Cleveland (OHIO) And I, well I'm self proclaimed If you ask who I am I be Bush W. the white rap man The acoustic rhyme-er, and I'm feeling fly-er, along with you Baby,Baby, Baby Oh your my sugar baby Baby,Baby, Baby Oh your my little baby