Sir EU - The Third One lyrics

I don't know for muthaf**ing sure if you want me It's muthaf**ing Sir who's the son of Rose Kofi I want a nice complexioned one, who has an extra stellar rump How else you gonna cherish her for years to come, unethical I am just a vessel for your every mode of pleasure or The eye of morbid terror to the devil spawn, hella thorns Crowns are often donned, but one I'll never don unless I'm gone Leader of the kool klux and best of all, Professor Bron How you gonna f** with E? I heard he mentored Avion Living breathing monster eat your sister like an apricot Little Caesars launderer I'm stealing cheese from Sephiroth Square-Enix sponsorer like home of Mitsubishi cars I fake smile so much, I'm Joan Rivers, and her daughter And the author of “Fine Botox Living” People had me so f**ed up, and me? I just be so forgiving Til it finally clicked. Met Don King and Robin Givens See, the world ain't ne'er gon' change I encourage ya'll to pray I bury ya'll at bay Then go out to play I tell my b**h obey, with her face I play croquet Wa**up with them ‘ritos, b**h you know I love 'potle DeNiro like casinos means she'll never throw bouquet I'm grunting while I'm beating, shawty African Rozay Holup what if Jesus Christ was born on a leap day? Move over, sh** I see you nice, but peep all these clichés Tell me what you know about delusions of grandeur My hell be pseudo warm I'm bout to move to Alaska Take a gander at commander hip Who's great as Alexander b**h Answer and the anthem's whip With A.V like the Saks and Fifth Maker and the man who lived Creator of the man*script Man I really really miss my dawgs Like pacific island fighters in ponytails, you n***as know me well I do it big, if not it's going down (bow bow bow) It's some women in here, and some b**hes too Shout out to their dads and boo's I'ma win it fair, told my momma “Ma, I'm quitting school” Bout to kiss the moon: I want all you people to s** my dick Til I wake up like what I miss? Sir E.U really means this Super Saiyan E.U ain't gon give no sh** about you Super Saiyan E.U ain't gon give no sh** about you If n***as walkin out your life, you learn to live without them A b**h is gon obey her proper master how she found him It's Sir 63 hunna, I plan to f** Keke Palmer Words of enemy under discussion, I just say f**em I don't really confront ya unless dat sh** up in front ya I embody the lowkey inhibited by a muffler That is faulty, loud, obnoxious But I'm Anakin when mad as sh** Lash as if attached to lid, what if God was black as sh**? Healthy s** my dick to all my b**hes on that pageant sh** Kool Klux Klan can form a cataclysmic championship And titties in the right bra, I abide by nine laws Exactness 1 through 5 are, rep what's etched upon my fine arms Until casket; none can deride facets Granted upon to this blackie here n***a I'm tryin to get the f** and a healthy half from here Have a happy year, it's Sir E.U