All these other prophets
These are the chosen few
These are the selected youth
These are the ones that shine upon thine meridian
With a 4th level of Gondor
I am a metaphysical visionary
Third chapter dimensions
Castle of corgi
I see darkness
Intertwine my mind upon thy 9 [bad word] roulette stamina
Tylenol flip the fast track of
The anomaly that's preposterous
STOP
My words are better verbs towards the
STOP

Shut the [bad word] up man, what's wrong with you?
Nothing man, you know? I been doing good. Quit smoking weed, y'know, I've been doin some yoga, little pilates, just getting more in tune with myself, you know, getting in touch with mind, spirit, and body...

You sound like a little [bad word]  Take a hit of this, and kick that old Dirt Nasty [bad word] about gettin' yo [bad word] sucked.

I got a gold chain
I'm on cocaine
I'm like yo mang
I rolled in, straight from Oakland
Holding my [bad word] like a US Open Trophy
Word up to hyphy, y'all don't know me - Dirt Nasty

Asscheecks spread wide
G-string, to the side
1 drink, courvoisier
2 drinks, vodka straight
3 drink, I'm in the sink
Throwin up on my brand new mink
Coke, and I'm doing coke
Y'all can't hold my donkey rope (nope)

Call the pope, pray for me
Gold Rolls Royce with? (ding)
I lived through the 80s, and [bad word] was crazy
Everybody wanna know my name, bring the pain and pop the champagne
Every girl wanna hold my chain when I [bad word] their brains out on the Mustang

I got a gold chain
Like it was 1980
I'm on cocaine
Like it was 1980
I'm like yo mang
Like it was 1980

It sure don't seem that way to me, and tell your girl to stop paging me

I rolled in, stoned as [bad word] Whine lines, gold gazelles
Hotel on Sunset
Young hos get undressed (you bet)
Done [bad word] ain't done yet
Insert the clip and get the gun wet

'Nuff said, I'm radical
T-shirt say 'party animal' (rawr)
I ain't no amateur
This ain't no Hands Across America

I shine like Morrisey on Hennesey on x-mas eve (no)
No more like Morris Day on lea dressing [bad word] (ding)

I lived through the 80s, and [bad word] was crazy
Everybody want to know my name, bring the pain and pop the champagne
Every girl wanna hold my chain when I [bad word] their brains out on the Mustang

I got a gold chain
Like it was 1980
I'm on cocaine
Like it was 1980
I'm like yo mang
Like it was 1980

It sure don't seem that way to me, and tell your girl to stop paging me.