[Verse 1: Soul Khan] I take a grown man sh** in your back pack, pardon me f** your rap [?] song, I'm Jack Donaghy So I [?] like the weight company And live comfortably on the blood of cats that act modestly Time to be a man again, stop being a mannequin Pope [?], time to flee the Vatican Helicopter leavin', now we gotta free my man and them It's time to pull a motherf**in' rabbit out the hat again And choke [?] Damn, you done a pound of it I'll tell you if the price right when I'm done countin' it My [?] was hard to earn, you got a lot of nerve Steppin' in my direction and beggin' for a pound of it The best under [?], gettin' texts from your girlie She ridin' on fours like the Kentucky Derby A s**ual squirting got my [?] But she too fly, so you could say the [?] [Verse 2: Soul Khan] When it comes to brain, the ladies got an open mind They say God will, and maybe if I'm so inclined I'm 5'8”, a buck fifty [?] Even David Beckham ain't affecting any code of mine If you never heard of me, f** it You got moves like Jagger but the blood of Freddie Mercury I barely fit that nine, but had to spit that line Don't let you know how to [?] if you don't work with me [?] tape makers, I'm really more like date rapists They never ask for permission, they hara** you to listen If you stand for tradition then they laugh and dismiss it So I'm back just to piss upon it, fake players I'mma do the world wrong I got homies that'll f** you up just to get on WorldStar You call that a bar? I wipe the stool on it And gave your boo the Bubonic, now you got it