Madlib - GOLF Radio Rough Draft lyrics

[Verse 1] Been that man since Batman had a sidekick Robin, and I'm giving to the poor Mike Tyson Don't drink extavia b**h I put rice in Here b**h, ziploc bag filled with my dick Give it to your parents and tell them that it's a nice gift Of my semen, futures as I'm a psychic Do you wanna ride? Because I don't know where my bike is I've lost my mind Can somebody page Amanda Bynes and maybe she can help me find it? Pink and blue all on my neck, f** I'm blinded I'm a n***a b**h, bring that pink pale p**y here and take some n***a dick Spitting, get it cracking like some n***a lips Bad to the bone, I don't know where my appendix is I'm kidding it's right here In the pocket of them pants covered in white smears Engine to my left, Clipse plays in my right ear When I steer that third gear, people fear when I drive here I'm fast motherf**er in a whole other lightyear, what's up? [Outro] Yo, that flow is sick (Yeah) I'm going to figure out how to do some sh**