Flash Gordon

Used to have to pitch

Now I print cash with the BiC

The pad is a blank check

Embrace death, taste flesh

While the rhyme on the page is still wet

Far from fictitious, the cars attract the bitches

I hear the whispers, my palms got the blisters

By the 4-5, you're moisturized

The oysters are fried, pull fives out the toy box

Be as lonely at the top

The watchband is Croc

The palace is a Camelot

Don't ride the camel when it's hot

They channelin' Pac

My chairmen scramble and rock

While I dance to the Spanish guitar

Spit the chorus to stimulate the whore's clitoris

It taste like porridge

I felt rewarded from the man

I ran from the warrant

The high-top Ewings is blue and orange

Flash Gordon

We still gettin' it

Piping dimes on the terrace

I'm thinkin' 'bout my life, where it's headin'

I sleep with heat under the pillow

The cash is where I left it, it's nothin'

I watch the city while I'm fuckin'

I'm such a glutton

Gucci bucket with the Chukkas

Motherfuckers

(Hey baby)

(Word up)

As a dove flew out the glove of the magician

It was just as I predicted

Reality is prescripted

Trees twisted, autistic

Gorgeous hitmen escort the vixen

Porsches, imported liquids

To buy snakes and acquired taste

We play for higher stakes

Wine and dine by the fireplace

Romantic, strawberries on the coke

My chariot approach

I vanished, parlayin' with the players

Switch layers, Mr. Rogers, galoshes

Foxes to dance topless

I hit the spot, that's erogenous, erotic

Brolic hips, hippopotamus, chocolate bitch

The clock is a Swiss, the chronic is lit

Gin and tonic, the mix, the Benz is a six

Inside the Matrix, I'm the glitch

.357 with the rubber grip

So when the beef pop, the shit don't slip

We still gettin' it

Piping dimes on the terrace

I'm thinkin' 'bout my life, where it's headin'

I sleep with heat under the pillow

The cash is where I left it, it's nothin'

I watch the city while I'm fuckin'

I'm such a glutton

Gucci bucket with the Chukkas

Motherfuckers

(Hey baby)