PROF - Anomaly lyrics

I feel like I've got elephant tusks I'm hellafied bonafide Kentucky fried, I'm nuts, what? And I'm staying lubricated daily Slip my dick in to whatever it fit in, I'm crazy Holy mosh pit, Osh Kosh B'gosh it's Completely retarded the size my crotch gets I'm pooping, on rappers Not only pooping but poop scooping and vacuuming those ba*tards Push, pull, let's give it a go Go to the limit, I'm a living animal I'm a motherf**ing hustler, and I'm married to the game, I take her out to eat and then I f** her Rollin down the block on my bicycle Steady smoking on my mom's white widow I'm as about as fly as it gets So fly that basically I'm on top of sh** (Hook) Wake up world. Time to work out Turn the lights on, wake up girl Whoo, Ooh, ooh, yeah. Whoo ooh ooh, yeah Whoo ooh ooh yeah. Let's go to work (x2) I'm so Rick Ross, I'm such a big boss I got 'em hating on me, they must be pissed off Young prof is something that you've never seen I swear to god I've been the best since I was seventeen You a bald man, I'm a rock band You a choir boy, I'm a boss man Motherf**er, I'm a small economy Arguably I'm a rarity, considered an ANOMALY You're so gumshoe, I'm in your face like a front tooth Better recognize when I come through My whole crew fights Taste an uppercut up in the jaw and get elevated to new heights Young prof hop out the coupe So damn fresh man, I'm smelling like juice Mother f**ing unbelievable even though I'm achieving all these things that's unachievable (Hook) Wake up world. Time to work out Turn the lights on, wake up girl Whoo, Ooh, ooh, yeah. Whoo ooh ooh, yeah Whoo ooh ooh yeah. Let's go to work (x2) Best white rapper in a decade Swagger similar to larry bird plus an essay Really prof is getting silly Flow is so damn cold, chilly willy co*k swoll snot nosed looking hood rat I be like dylan please rerecord me, where the kush at? High school haters pay the price You pussies come around me then you bros get iced I'm a dead man walking Best MC that you seen out of coffin In other words I believe that I'm awesome Possum, bounce on the track like a problem Swallow MC's twenty-four seven Like a hungry clock I'll go back for seconds Look at me I'm filthy If you want life to be better, I suggest you k** me Took darling to the crib for a meal Curtains were drawn, but the furniture was real The food was great the talk was small The b**bs were fake, I kept my socks on Dumb dadda, Young prof is in the Ramada Come swalla pina cum-lada. That is something I don't run outta So until manana, in my sonata Give me mama I can beat the buns outta Yeah, keep it on the hustle. See ya in the morning see ya in the morning Yeah, keep it on the hustle, see ya in the morning, see ya in the morning