"You Can Ask" Giz - Casanova (Fly Guy) lyrics

[Verse 1] Yo, yo I'm the headliner, the first white p**nographic rhymer Banned local bar fighter Hide your kids, pedophiler Lowlifer, advise ya I'm the world's illest rhyme writer You play the background, like Casanova Rud I'm a underground legend, flesh and blood TLC was talking bout me when they wrote No Scrubs I'm the sh** talking rapper all the dirty hoes love These little white boy MC's trying to be like me Whitey, the first white MC to be grimy Back when Just-Ice was kicking that f** sh** a** b**h your mother's dick sh** That's when it all started Walk down the street with a shotgun Tucked in our jackets, trenchcoats Look like Inspector Gadgets "Look at that fat f** over there A ugly white dude with the big gut and shoulder hair Look at the clothes he wear, barefoot No shoes on, do even own a pair Smell the odour over there" Obvious, he don't care He's a [Hook x2] Fly guy, hey oh A fly guy, oh oh (Casanova) Oh, ouee, oh A fly guy, oh oh (fly, fly) He's so fly [Verse 2] It's the Port Jeff, Long Island house party Open the door, see the White Trash Army We sacrilegious, we port cap widows Lizards, rip the bible Write our own scriptures Scripts kitsch fixtures, p**y lickers Tongue blisters, the old school five-one-sixers Opposite of winners, played slitchers Hillbilly sh** kickers, dick swing like Dirk Diggler In case you not feeling me, do you think that I give a f**? You, you, you b**h, you can't front on the p**y, guaranteed that I still get to f** You, you, you You should wise up You're ignorant open your eyes up Kidnap, tied up, gasoline, match, light up You lied right up f** your life up Hate us?, You don't like us? Join the club, sign up I'm a [Hook x2] [Verse 3] I'm a has-been known for boasting and bragging Babbling, battle rapping, battle me, imagine Staggering, battering the soul Low blow, beat your bladder in Hammering your lips, Mick Jaggering Imagine everlasting like Jimmy Dean 'n Marilyn Gagging in your mouth, put the barrel in Better be swallowing, when you're scared to be indicted Or take the bullet and bite it And write sh** to make the whole world recite it That's my final answer, I do a Cool J And leave my drawers in your hamper Rugged man stand for dirtiness Dirty this, dirty dick sh** Dirty dick you can't piss with Hit dirty b**h with sh** You get pistol whipped with spit sh** Licensed to ill, Beastie Boys I'mma autograph on your b**h tit Yeah, I'm that guy that you all hating on with that bullsh** album Everybody waiting on, I'm a [Hook x2]