[Intro]
(Like a verbal seduction, seduction when I tell them girls on the floor)
I don't know man, just feels like, we're a lot different
It kinda feels like, I'm on a whole different page right now than you
It feels strange but umm.. I guess it's kinda like.. it's kinda like

[Verse One]
I feel like I'm morphin' into somethin' so incredible
That I'm dwarfin' [bad word]  better get your girlfriend in check
It's psychological warfare, endorphins I effect
Your self-esteem shatters as [bad word] blastin' out your deck

She loves me, such passion you'd expect this sort of reaction
From her yet, you strong arm, you're f**kin' corny, you try to turn
Your charm on, cause you just think you're Bishop the Don Juan
But if you think you're f**kin' with me, homie you're on one

I'm [bad word] #39; my head back like Ed Lover, c'mon on son
She's on my Johnson, she brings my name up constant
Your boys are like "She's f**kin' with dude
She wants son," homeboy, you better get a clue

She's on my d**k cause I spit better than you
What you expect her to do? How you expect her
To act in the sack, when she's closin' her eyes
Fantasizin' of her diggin' her nails in my back to this track

 [bad word] 2x]
Seduction, seduce
Ain't nobody whose as good at what I do
Cause one minute she loves you
The next she don't, she's been stolen from you

[Verse Two]
She's sittin' there gettin' 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, aww

I'm the logo on that Dallas Cowboy helmet, a star
And I'm not about to sit back and just keep rhymin' 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 givin' up 'til I get my respect and I won't stop 'til I get enough

Cause I'm not livin' up to my own expectations, aww
That hater alarm is soundin' off, man Obama took the bomb from my name, aww
So quit cryin' 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 forth
You wear your heart on your sleeve, I sport that white tank boy
But you got a hard on for me, what you hollerin' my name for?
It's your b**ch on my d**k and my dang fault man, I can't call it

 [bad word] 

[Verse Three]
It's like we're playin' lyrical tug-a-war with your ear, you hear it [bad word] here
Put your ear up to the speaker dear, while I freak this world premier
Seducin' her, loosen up with a little freestyle that'll, wait, am I losin' ya?
I makin' you look bad? Well I got news for ya homie, you're losin' her, oh wait

She don't like when I spit it fast, am I tryna show how? Let me slow it down some
It's still gonna be a blow out, you're gonna wanna throw out your whole album [bad word] through the sh** and try to salvage somethin' to see
If you can save any of it punk, but none of it's f**kin' with me

Prick, you really feelin' that bullsh**, you think you killin' them syllables?
Quit playin', these beats ain't nuthin' to fool with
They call me Fire Marshall, I shut this sh** down
Your entire [bad word] is not enough to f**k with one round

I am also the opposite of what you are like
You're a microcosm of what the f**k I am on the mic
I am awesome, and you are just awe [bad word]  she's love stricken
She's got her jaw stuck from s**kin' my d**k, aww f**k

 [bad word]