I dunno man, just feels like, 
Well a lot different,
Kinda feels like I'm on a 
Whole different page right now,
Feels strange but um, 
I guess it's kinda like... 
It's kinda like...

I feel like I'm morphin into somethin 
That's so incredible that I'm dwarfin [bad word]  
Better get your girlfriend in check,
It's psychological warfare, 
Endorphin side-effect.
Your self-esteem 
Shatters his [bad word] blasting out your deck, 
'She loves me!'
So much passion you'd expect 
This sort reaction from her, 
Yet you strong arm, 
You're [bad word] corny, 
You try to turn your charm on
Cause you just think 
You're Bishop, the Don Juan
But if you think you're  [bad word] with me homie, you're on one,
I'm [bad word]  my head back 
Like Ed Lover, 'C'mon son!'
She's on my johnson, 
She brings my name up constant,
Your boys are like "She's [bad word] 
With dude, she wants son!"
Homeboy, you better get a clue:
She's on my [bad word] 
Cause I spit better than you,
What you expect her to do? 
How you expect her to act in the sack
When she's closing her eyes 
Fantasizing of digging her nails 
In my back to this track?

[Hook:]
Seduction, seduce,
Ain't nobody who's as good 
At what I do
Cause one minute she loves you, 
The next she don't,
She's been stolen from you...

She's sitting there 
Getting liquored up at the bar,
She says it's quicker to count 
The things that ain't wrong with you
Than to count the things that are,
There's a seven disc 
CD changer in her car
And I'm in every single slot 
And you're not, awww!
I'm the logo on that 
Dallas Cowboy helmet, a star,
And I'm not about to sit back 
And just keep 
Rhyming one syllable, nah,
Switch it up and 
Watch them haters not give it up
Cause they're just not good enough,
But I'm not giving up 
Til I get my respect
And I won't stop til I get enough,
Cause I'm not living up 
To my own expectations, aww, 
That hater alarm 
Is sounding off, 
And Obama took the 'bomb'
From my name, aww!
So quit crying that I took your dame, 
Homie she's my dame, aww,
You sadly mistaken if you thinkin 
That I'm not on my game boy
And things just ain't been the same 
Since the day that I came for it,
You wear your heart on your sleeve, 
I sport that white tank boy,
But you got a hard one for me, 
What you hollerin my name for?
It's your [bad word] on my [bad word]  
Ain't my dang fault, 
Man I can't call it...

[Hook]

It's like we're playing 
Lyrical tug of war with your ear,
You hear it, [bad word] here, 
Put your ear up to the speaker dear, 
While I freak 
This 'world premier',
Seducing her, loosen up 
With a little freestyle,
Wait, am I losing you? 
I making you look bad?
Well I got news for you homie, 
You're losing her!
Oh wait she don't like 
When I spit it fast,
I tryna show how, 
Let me slow it dowwwn sommme,
It's still gonna be a blowout,
You're gonna wanna throw out 
Your whole [bad word] through the [bad word] 
And try to salvage something to see 
If you can save any of it punk, 
But none of it's [bad word] with me.
Prick you really 
Feeling that [bad word] ?
You think you killing them syllables? 
Quit playing, these beats 
Ain't nothing to fool with,
They call me Fire Marshall, 
I shut the [bad word] down,
Your entire [bad word] is not enough 
To [bad word] with one round,
I am also the opposite 
Of what you are like,
You're a microcosm 
Of what the [bad word] I am on the mic,
I am awesome
And you are just [bad word] 
She's love-stricken, 
She's got her jaw stuck
From sucking my [bad word]