Signor Benedick the Moor - Lecherous, Senseless, Debauchery lyrics

[Verse 1: Signor Benedick the Moor] I'm too much for these n***as I'm three much for these hoes Lord knows I ain't going back to folding f**ing clothes I suppose My enemies be trying to turn to bros When I hit the scene All my b**hes looking scene f** the clean radio sh** Mean shady ho sh** I spit cannonballs All you n***as in the ocean Got potions on potions My potions got potions My Mana get replenished when I drink a f**ing potion Getting slizzard off of Polyjuice And puff a Phoenix Down Been a king and I never needed a f**ing crown s** a dick, cause I said To f**ing s** a dick Like Francis Crick James Watson was a prick I'm the sh**, wait Never was an excrement But my introverted tendencies came From the pit And Cthulu calling I'll never be balling Cause there's punk in my veins n***a, I go all in [Chorus] Riding in my TARDIS f** a pop artist Garlic keep me on my toes (Cause it taste good) Metaphorically, allegorically Categorically dope To a weak n***a, I speak n***a And give a n***a some hope (x2) [Verse 2: Signor Benedick the Moor] So I guess I'm dead All these b**hes looking grateful When I give them head But I never love a ho, remember what Dre said b**hes Ain't sh**, but where's the bread (wait what) Come on b**h, let's make a f**ing sandwich You, me, and your friend Bout to make this sh** scandalous And i mean in between intercourse sessions Popping it [?] I'm sorry if I bit your Girlfriend's an*l-is? I am outlandish And unapologetic Except when I apologize The sh** like diarretic My music [?] Like [?] diabetic 100% real, and 99% synthetic... b**h [Chorus] [END]