Mr. Muthaf**in eXquire - The Message 1 and 2 lyrics

[Verse 1 - The Message 1] Glamorous Polyamorous Multiple digits n***a's be, taught up slow so I gave you the definition 12 lokos there's 3 of them White hoes tell me pee on them Black girls say he's getting money, now I'm never leaving him Might pull out my Fila's 2Pac had on in Above the Rim Shots of gold tequila then we scuffle with some Mexicans Let us in, lettuce and tomatoes, melted pepper jack on top of Salsaito turkey, mayo, mustard, f** with that Suffering s**ertash, a** shots, I bust that a** Literally I bust her a** (Ooooh) p**y's my dope, hung by my own rope, that's how I cope, I done outgrown hope I'm a diamond in the rough, down and out and back, domino effect, Dali Llama sacks Daumier luggage now I travel Weird science I'm like Alex in A Clockwork Orange when he came home falling out the window These n***as must not know who I am I put bread on yo head like Powdered Toast Man Big a** guns you gotta bust with both hands Corduroy pants, Taka Hayashi vans You the type of n***a, that I can't stand You the type of n***a probably like to hold hands You the type that can't understand what I'm saying, spied on by the government Obama anti- Aggin Laer The media trying to suppress my message [Verse 2 - The Message 2] f** n***as f** n***as f** n***as Cause they f** n***as f** n***as f** n***as f** n***as Cause they f** Shout my n***a God, he a real a** n***a Shout my n***a Notch, gave a deal to a n***a k**er Mike villian, k**er up in the swisher I'm drunk and I'm high, I might k** me a n***a Big banana clips, I'mma peel me a n***a I make a billion dollars, I'mma still be a n***a Need a bad b**h to come and feel with a n***a s** a n***a dick, keep it real with a n***a n***a, chill, chill n***a Yeah we both rap but I don't feel you n***a n***a I'm a God you should kneel to a n***a Bow the f** down, kiss my Louboutin slippers Strippers, on my zipper We f**ed before we got here, I ain't even have to tip her Was here before I got here, I was meant to be this n***a This the only line that the radio won't censor Eenie meenie minie moe, catch a rabbit by the toe If he holler I'mma turn his a** into a f**ing coat Respect my f**ing texture, Aggin Laer lecture Used to rhyme when sh** got hectic, now this sh** is my profession Can't be scared to fail in pursuit of perfection Give these n***as hell cause I'm young black and reckless Sorry Mr. President, I'm living with a d**h wish All these cracker a** bloggers try to downplay my intelligence f** 'em