[Verse 1]

Count Dracula, my [bad word] is Elvira
The Bride of Frankenstein, that’s my secret admirer
Suicide capital, we think like al-Qaeda
Giving [bad word] the deuces 'till they think I'm Rob Schneider
My [bad word] got a shiner, I'm known to never mind her
And yea I'm into fashion, all my [bad word] are designer
Breaking these [bad word] back like the Steiner Recliner
I'mma open her up, cause I'm the headliner
I came in her eye now you see how love blind her
New lizard kings see the ghosts of Seminoles
Octopussy's tentacles wrapped around my genitals
Takin' shots of pinnacle, I'm toasting to my [bad word] 
Listening to Mystikal while puffin on my minerals
Chillin' with domestic hoes, sniffing blow, she missed her nose
Making eyes, she missed her clothes, takin pics, she love to pose
And she think she love the pole, takin' [bad word] is all she know
And that kush is all we grow, so bammer is not optional
Blow me like a popsickle or get up off my obstacle
Hoarse I'm on course, got that hammer like I'm Norse
My horse is a Porche, I drive hammer like I'm scorched

[Hook]
Me and Tutankhamun got a lot [bad word] 
I'm a young pharaoh and I'm rapping off the aman
I'm looking [bad word]  I be rappin' with the shamans
My portrait says wanted, my fortress stays haunted

[Verse 2]
These niggas wanna hurt me, they [bad word] want to harp me
But they don't disturb me cause I don't have a heart beat
Bad [bad word] yellow boy, just like Bart be
Strapped like her car seat, puffin' that parsley
Married with Children -- your [bad word] look like D'Arcy
You live in a RV I ball like Steve Harvey
Dressed like Marcus Garvey, so the [bad word] wanna party
The [bad word] wanna party cause I party like I'm Charlie
Sheen on the scene, I be [bad word] up and tardy
Worms fresh in death, like you dug up my body
I grew up in the hood but I'm stuckup and snotty
My [bad word] brought this girl, and his girl yelled shott
Now I'm in the carpool, fin [bad word] a trolly
She just popped a molly so she sucked me like a jolly
Rancher, I'm the answer Fifty-Fifty ball like cancer
I turn your [bad word] to Casper, yelling free my [bad word] Jasper
My girl supposed to be fastin', but tell me [bad word] her faster
I dog the broads, I hog the blogs
My name be in the mouth like cotton gauze
Or rotten Nas, they hatin' cause they haagen dazs